bye, y'all.

i'm trading cold air for 90 degree temps. trading jeans and a sweatshirt for shorts and a bathing suit. trading a mess of a week for a long weekend of heaven (which includes, but not limited to: pool parties, dance parties, riding bulldog statues, riding mechanical bulls? okay, maybe not likely but you never know. super long lunches, super long dinners, stalking old abodes and possibly inviting ourselves indoors, mimosas and limosas by water, by land, by foundry, by just about anywhere. and a whole slew of other things that involve ruckus i'm sure.)

see ya on the flip side.

oh, and in case you were wondering: this is what riding a bulldog statue means. only with a lot more enthusiasm. check back next week for photos which will wow you. surely.


and disregard his LSU shirt. he doesn't mean it.