my evening home






I just wanted to share the goodness of my evening. It's been my first spent simply at home. I read, blogged, played with the dog, did yoga, and ate good food. Also music, Lorene Scafaria's We Can't Be Friends has been playing itself into my head recently.

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  1. BrittneyJune 30, 2011 at 7:45 PM

    nothing better than a relaxing evening at home. seriously. good for you!
    -brittney
    http://adayinlifetoo.blogspot.com (my daily outfit blog; come on by if you'd like!)

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