Nobody writes them like they used to

Frosted Wheats are my favorite cereal. Away from here is my favorite place. I traveled north this weekend with my lovely Rachel Lee to stay up entirely too late and take mediocre pictures. It was most certainly a nice change from doing homework and going to work. In other news... I definitely don't have a tiled picture of John Krasinski as my computer background. I'm going to do something productive during my spring break next week. Maybe.

Knock so I'll know you're still there, half listening, interpreting the air.

I made a goal a few sundays ago to wake up early enough to venture to the farmer's market with my sister and my mother. Of course, I was sleepy- but it's not often that I get to have my say in the picking out of our produce for the week. (It's the little things that do it for me, guys.) I usually just cook with it. I feel like it's cheating to take pictures of pretty produce. It's already delectable-looking, so it doesn't take much of an artistic eye to get a flattering picture of it.

In other news, I like the earth. Though I don't know if anyone realizes how difficult it is to tell grocery stores you do not want a bag. This is not an interesting post. It's all about the produce, peeps.