Spring has sprung, and I feel so many feelings. For example, my husband made me cheesy toast this morning, and I welled up with gratitude. I love cheesy toast so much. I feel so strongly about my love of cheesy toast (and of the maker of said cheesy toast).
As you can see, I've purchased a polka-dot mommy-to-be tank top because clearly, obviously and duh. My love of polka-dots is eclipsed only by my love of cheesy toast. (So cheesy. So crunchy. SO GOOD.)