the best of what's around

so sometimes you have a weekend that's basically the most perfect one ever.
because you did so very little that you loved almost every nanosecond of it.
like there was gorgeous weather and other people's gorgeous kids.
a lake.  WINE (obviously).

but alas.  it's monday.

and we all hate it.  like perhaps the picture below is how we're all feeling.

p.s. will it be weird if i blow up pictures of other people's children to like a poster-sized version because they're so damn cute i can't even handle it?  probably?  ok, i won't.

how the mother-f was your weekend?