Thirty something. Mother of one. Wife of one handsome botany nerd. I like to do stuff. I self-deprecate to make friends. Friends who don’t care that I wear cheap sunglasses. I need a haircut, but instead I choose to attempt to put a thought or two together in spite of a bad case of “mommy brain.” I’m probably writing this from an iPhone, in bed, next to a boob sucking/sleeping baby. So, shhhhhh.