Sunday, Beautiful Lazy Sunday
I haven’t decided yet if I want to get out of my pyjamas today. I might just wear them the whole day, especially since I see not a single reason to leave the apartment today.
So, obviously there will be no ‚I-am-so-damn-cute‘-pictures today. Because, let’s face it, running around all morning with uncombed hair and your husband’s pyjamas eating yesterday’s cold pasta for breakfast is nowhere near any possible variation of cute. In fact it’s on a completely different continent.