T.G.I.F.F.F.F.

T.G.I.F.F.F.F. - 

Thank God It's Finally Freaking Friday Forreal

 in case you were wondering.

But seriously, thank you God!

I survived my first week of First Grade 

and even though I really just want to crawl in bed and sleep forever

it's the freaking weekend baby and I'm about to have me some fun.

(Thanks for that one R. Kelly)

Dear Friday, I'm so glad you finally showed up. It took you forever to get here, but as always, you were well worth the wait. Dear Amanda and Sean, as soon as I post this baby, I'm heading over to your house to watch NCSU pummel Tennessee in football and I couldn't be more excited. Partly because I love college football. Partly because I love yummy foods and drinks with friends on Friday nights. But mainly because I love that little studmuffin of a son you have! 

Yep, even in a blurry iPhone picture - he's still the cutest thing since sliced bread.

Dear college football season, thanks for making the end of summer more bearable. All I ask is that you play nice this year, particularly with your tailgate sessions. We all know how out of control those tend to get. Dear Robbie, I just wanted to remind you how much I love you. As if waking up tomorrow at 6 AM (on a Saturday mind you) to tailgate for the game isn't reminder enough. Dear Abby, I hope you have a special, special birthday (despite all the football hoopla)! And tell Cameron he better hang streamers from the doorframe. We all know it's not a birthday until you've been slapped in the face with  crepe paper!

P.S. It just made me really sad to realize that the last birthday we celebrated while living together was TWO years ago. Boo on being old.

Dear you delightful blog readers you, thank you as always for reading! I apologize that college football has taken over the blog, but hey, it is what it is. Now go have a wonderful long weekend! You deserve it, I'm sure!

Hugs,

I Always Love Thursdays!

It's Thursday again. 

And I had so much fun doing this link up last week

(and reading everyone else's)

I just had to do it again!

On my first week back at school:

I always stress out about the littlest things.

I sometimes try to just "go with the flow".

It never really works as well as I would like.

On the errands I've been putting off all week long:

I always hate going to Wal Mart

and even though sometimes I do enjoy watching the mass of crazies,

I'll never get excited about going.

On the start of college football this weekend:

ECU tailgates always prove to be a good time.

Sometimes they prove to be too good of a time. 

If my husband has anything to do with it....we'll never miss one. 

On sleep:

If I could, I would sleep in always.

Once school starts I sometimes actually get to.

But it's never as often as I wish

On Labor Day:

I always have a mix of emotions about Labor Day. 

It's the official end of summer which sometimes makes me sad

because even though I enjoy fall, I'll never be a fan of winter. Brrr.

I know it's only Thursday, but clearly I've got the 3-day weekend already on my brain. 

(Let's be real....I've been counting down to it since Monday.)

I've also been trying to figure out how to speed-deliver this to my house in time for the game Saturday.

I mean, seriously?! Why am I just now figuring this out.

Make sure you go link up! 

Hugs,

Kind Of Wordless Wednesday

I promise I had a HUGE post planned for today.

One I've been working on for a longgggg time.

Today was the day for my big classroom reveal.

(I know, I know....this probably isn't as exciting to you as it is to me, but I was really looking forward to showing off the whole transformation process, especially the finished for now product. I even had two lovely blogs to link up to and join in all the fun.)

Alas, I realized in order to have a big classroom reveal, 

I actually needed to have pictures of my finished classroom. 

And of course, I do not.

Whoops.
Exhaustion strikes again.

So instead I'll leave you with some hump day pictures

to get you through the rest of the week.

Because even though Wednesdays are hard....

we are one day closer to the weekend.

And the start of college football!

Oh and don't you worry, my classroom will be revealed sooner rather than later. 

Hugs,

Blog Hoppin

Because the real-life me is still exhausted (see yesterday's post) 

and wishing I was already passed out in my bed, 

I'm keeping things short and sweet today.

(I promise to get my groove back soon.)

Lucky for you though, the blog-life me is wide awake and hopping all over the place.

I decided to join in on Melissa's GFC Blog Hop today.

I've seen this blog hop for a while and I have to admit...
it took me forever to figure out what the heck GFC was.
In fact, I think someone even commented how they were my newest GFC follower and I spent the next few days confused and convinced that they had commented accidentally.

For those of you clueless little bloggers like me,
GFC stands for Google Friend Connect.
It's that little blue button to the right of the screen that says "Follow Me".

Anywho.....now that I know what this whole GFC business is about, I'm hopping all over the place.
You should to.

Head over to Melissa's blog, read the (superrrrr simple) rules, and play along!

And then wait patiently for me get my mojo back and start blogging about things other than my current state of exhaustion.

Hugs,

Back to School

One of my best friends shared this picture of her daughter passed out a few weeks ago after her first day of preschool. 

Well folks, in about 2.5 seconds that will be me. 

In the meantime I have 2.5 coherent seconds to let all you lovely ladies of blogland know this...

Although I am 50 shades of exhausted

(which according to Christian Grey means verryyyyyyyyyyy tired) 

I had a wonderful first day! :)

I already confessed on Friday that I had the best First Graders around town 

and today was simply confirmation.

I am so excited to spend the year with these sweet children!

I will admit....I am already not loving my 5:30 alarm clock, 30 minute commute (although I am loving my new carpooling situation), and packed lunches (a girl can only make so many sandwiches).

Nevertheless, I have a feeling it is going to be a great year. 

I am surrounded by the most amazing coworkers. 

Seriously....they're the best! 

I've already mentioned my obsession with my students. 

And then I get to come home to this incredible man. 

Who has also started school.

(Back to ECU for his teaching license.) 

Yet, still found the time to start a load of laundry, cut tennis balls for my chairs, and go to the grocery store.....without me asking!!

I know I've said it before, but he really is the greatest!

On that note, my 2.5 seconds are up.

Zzzzzzz....

Confessions

I confess...

that I am exhausted.

Five-day work weeks are just way too long.

I have no idea how I'm going to survive next week when I have to get up even earlier and there are actually kids in my room!

I confess...

that I'm really very super sad that my days of pretending to be a stay at home puppy mom/full-time blogger are over. 

Willow misses it too. She told me. 

But I'm really very super excited that I now have 101 followers. 

(I know, I know. I follow blogs that have way more than 100 followers and I'm sure you do to, but I just feel like 101 is such a big number! And I promise, I love you all....just like the 101 Dalmatians.) 

I confess...

that I'm currently waiting eagerly by my phone, hoping my mom takes me up on my offer to treat me to dinner. That's right...my offer for her to treat me. I've confessed before I'm a moocher. No shame.

I confess...

that even though I haven't finished my lesson plans for next week, I have picked out my first day of school outfit. 

And even though I'm a lot more nervous about the first day of school this year than I was last year (I have no idea why) I am also A LOT more excited (I have lots of ideas why). 

I confess...

that after meeting my sweet first grade babies at Open House last night, I'm convinced I have the best and cutest first grade class around. Don't even try to change my mind. It just won't work. 

Link up and get your confessions off your chest 

and then go have a great weekend! :)

I'll see ya in 180 days!

(Not really, but kind of.) 

Hugs,

Traveling Down Under

Things are getting pretty serious over here at my delightful little blog. 

And by serious, I mean more fun!

I have my very first guest blogger today! :)

....all the way from Australia!

I know what you're thinking....

"I stopped by to see you, not some stranger."

But you are in for a treat, I promise.

(In fact, I'm a little worried you might stop checking up on me altogether just so you can visit this bloggy blog all the time.) 

I can't remember how I stumbled upon Kristy's blog, Unspoken Conversations,

(you know how that clicking/stalking business works)

but I am sure glad I did.

Kristy talks about real things that we can all totally relate to.

Things like nurturing your relationships (she is so in love with her fiance and it's super sweet), taking care of your hip pocket (hello money tree), and traveling. She even does this thing where she flies you all around the world (a new, fabulous place each week) via her blog!

Talk about one cool chic.

After chatting it up with Kristy for a while 

(and realizing even though we're thousands of miles and a whole season apart, we both love UGGs and blogging)

we decided it would be fun to travel together.

And of course, we're bringing you with us.

So currently, I'm over in Australia sharing all things America.

Check it out here.

And Kristy's here, in America, sharing all things Australia. 

(I was really hoping there would be a free koala bear out of this deal. 

Eh, maybe he got lost in the mail?) 

Take it away, Kristy!

P.S. I always like to read Kristy's posts with my best Australian accent (which isn't very good) just for fun!

Life in Australia

Today I’m super excited about writing a guest post about all things Australia to hopefully entice some people to come and visit. My name is Kirsty and I am the creative brain behind Unspoken Conversations. I’d love for you to pop over and check it out. A HUGE thanks to Marianna for having me today. I am new to the blogging world and I am constantly amazed at just how rewarding it is to share my life experiences, and those of peoples close to me, to create awareness about things that matter. Secondly, I am SO excited to meet new people from around the world. Thirdly, I am inspired by other peoples blogs...and Marianna’s is one of them!

Anyhoo, life in Australia ROCKS MY SOCKS.

I am a MASSIVE BEACH BUM. I LOVE summer and soaking up the sunshine at the beach, kicking back in my large floating water mattress device, and lazying around in the shallows with a cider in hand! That’s how you usually find me in Summer in Australia. That or being towed behind a boat sea biscuiting (like a giant tyre tube), or camping under the stars watching the fire, playing drinking games like bijerrrkkkkk! The beaches in Australia are breathtaking. I go swimming with dolphins regularly down at my favourite beach. There’s a pod that trawls the coastline for fresh salmon. I am from a small country town of 1,000 people and we have beaches all around us. I love the fact that I can go to the beach and be the only person there. I don’t have to fight for a spot on the beach with half naked overweight perves, or skinny little itty bitty things that make me jealous. I can bust out my bikini, cellulite and all and NOT CARE! I also LOVE fishing. We used to take our boat out as a family when I was younger. The thrill of catching a fish is so exciting! And mmmm they taste soooo delicious! I also love catching squid and scrapping off oysters from the jetties.

Christmas Day usually consists of me getting up SUPER early, cranking the Christmas carols, enforcing that everyone wears their Christmas hats and handing out the presents. Dad usually cooks a bbq with steak and a seafood sauce with salads, cherries, chocolate rum balls and all of the delicious Christmas treats. We then usually laze around in the pool all afternoon, drinking cider out of the esky which is strategically positioned right next to the slow up pool, eating prawns, and enjoying the sunshine and relaxed atmosphere. We always play a game of croquet in the afternoon although sometimes we struggle to hit the ball over our bulging bellies!

I have a love/hate relationship with our Aussie winters. Part of me loves nothing more then lazying around in my woollen ugg boots and trackies with my doona on the couch drinking hot chocolate and playing netball on Saturdays BUT I hate how cold and rainy it gets. I know it’s no where near as cold as in other parts of the world, but when our temperatures drop from 40 in Summer to 15 in Winter it feels FREEZING! Nothing beats the fresh smell in the air after a good rain though and I do love how green every becomes after a good rain.

I absoloutly LOVE the diversity of Australia. I live in South Australia. We are surrounded by eucalyptus trees, amazing wine regions (YUM!), stone fruit trees and amazing beaches. The climate is hot and dry in Summer and cold and wet in Winter. My second favourite place in Australia is QUEENSLAND! It’s soooo beautiful and like a whole other world. I have been to the Great Barrier Reef 3 times and let me tell you IT’S AMAZING! There are so many different varieties of fish and the reef is JUST BEAUTIFUL. I have also been sky diving up there (OMG so SCARY but SO FUN!).  It’s very tropical in Queensland. It’s hot and humid. There are mango, frangipani and coconut trees, rainforests and so many beautiful places to visit. My favourite places are Cairns and Port Douglas.

Believe it or not, you can also go SKIING in Australia (but only in Winter and only in certain places). I have been to Mt Buller in Victoria. It was SOOOO much fun!

There are also the dry desserts that are barron surrounded by red salt bush and not much else across the Nullabor to Western Australia and in the Northern Territory near Ayers Rock.

Every time I travel overseas I almost feel guilty because there’s so much of Australia that I’m yet to see.

If you are planning a trip to Adelaide then I’d recommend 6 weeks.

Week 1 – fly into Sydney. Visit the Sydney Harbour Bridge, the Opera House, the markets, and chill out at the beaches along Sydneys shores. If you could, I would also squeeze in a visit to the Blue Mountains just outside of Sydney. They are truly spectacular.

Week 2 – Fly up to CAIRNS. Visit the Great Barrier Reef, the rainforests, go to a wild life park and check out the koalas and kangaroos, laze by the pool and enjoy all things tropical and natural beauty.

Week 3 – Fly to Darwin and have a look around. Fly down to Ayers Rock and check out the famous scenery around there.

Week 4 – Fly over to Perth. Perth is a GORGEOUS city. There’s wine regions down in the Margaret River with the most beautiful untouched beaches.

Week 5 – Fly to Adelaide. If you LOVE wine then there’s the Barossa Wine Region, The McClarin Vale and the Adelaide Hills (sooo many delicious reds, whites and champers!).

Week 6 – Road trip from Adelaide to Melbourne along the Great Ocean Road. You will see the rugged coast line of Australia. Fly out from Melbourne!

That would you’ll get a taste of the diversity that Australia has to offer and you’ll see WHY I’m a proud Aussie and I LOVE my country!

Look after yourself and those around you,

Kirsty x

Now head on over here, check out my post, and say "G'Day Mate" to Kristy!

Hugs,

Show Some Love

If you refer back to this particular post

you'll remember this particular picture

and our particular fascination obsession with movies. 

Yea, it's pretty bad.

There's not much to do in little ole New Bern

but we do have a somewhat nice movie theater.

(Okay, actually it's not really nice at all. It's actually quite disgusting. But it plays movies, sells Twizzlers, and has AC so it's good enough for me.)

In high school, going to the movies was our typical date night.

Now, we spend many a Saturday night watching Encore or RedBox movies. 

It's one of our favorite things.

And when I say "our", I really just mean Robbie.

Don't get me wrong, I love movies. 

But Robbie's pretty hardcore. 

He's seen all the classics, owns all the trilogies, reads all the reviews. 

It's pretty legit. 

So legit, that he's started a blog.

I guess he figured there might be people out in Blogland that were much more interested in his movie ramblings than I was and he was probably right. 

(Except really, I love everything that comes out of that sweet man's mouth.)

Blogging for me started out as an outlet. 

Somewhere to put all my crazy thoughts. 

Apparently, the hubs thought he needed an outlet too: a movie outlet. 

I for one am pretty darn impressed.

And I'm pretty sure you would be too.

It's definitely a different blog than any of the other blogs I follow.

For one thing, it's written by a man 

and based on my own observations, the blogging world tends to be typically female. 

You're not going to find any fashion advice, teaching tales, or yummy recipes over there.

But you will find some pretty truthful movie reviews. 

He's watching them. And he's willing to share what they're all about.

(Well not what they're all about. He doesn't give away any juicy details. That would just be silly.)

I highly recommend you check it out.

And show the man some love.

(But not too much love. He's a married man, afterall.)

Enjoy!

Hugs,

P.S. When I logged on to Blogger this afternoon I noticed that I am ONE follower away from being in the triple digits. That's right folks....99 followers!

All sorts of fun things pop in my head when I think about it:
"I got 99 followers, are you one?"
"99 followers on my blog wall, 99 blog followers, take one down, pass it around..."

But really don't take one down! I love you all!
And I feel like once you've reached 100 followers, you're a pretty legit blogger! :)
So...which one of you lovelies are going to get me to my legit blogger status?
If I hit my lucky number, I might try to do a fancy giveaway
(that's what real time bloggers do after all, right?)

:)

Throw Up Your "A"

When I first met my college roommate...

Remember her?

she told me she thrived on awkward moments.

I had no idea what this meant, but after living with the chick for 4 years I began to figure it out.

It's not that she's awkward

(I mean, she's dressed up as a present...I don't think awkward people do that, or do they?)

but she just finds awkward moments hilarious.

And let's be honest, we all find ourselves in awkward situations from time to time.

Sometimes, you just have no choice but throw up your "A" and laugh it off. 

Like when the cable guy comes over to install all your new gadgets.

Do you hang out in the living room with him, chatting it up?

Or do you stay out of his way, silent so he can concentrate on what he's doing?

All the while keeping an eye on grandma's antique, one of a kind, crystal vase.

I usually just throw up my "A" and find an appropriately awkward balance between the two.

Or when you go to the doctor and they try to have everyday conversations with you. 

Like how's your mom, school, etc.

This is especially awkward at the gyno.

And the dentist.

I can't possibly even think about a response to small talk when there's gauze in my mouth or duck clamps in my...well you get the idea.

Throw up your "A" and pray it's a quick exam.

Ugh and the worse is when you're babysitting (if any of you lovely blog readers still babysit - best money I ever made btw) and the parents are still at home.

I had several babysitting jobs where the parents would still be at home for at least part of the time just having "grown-up time".

(not that kind of "grown-up time", you sicko....I don't think).

I always felt like I had to be SuperNanny at times like this,

you know, extra engaged and excited and up for anything the kids wanted to do, keeping them well-behaved without disciplining them, and being careful about when/how I said no.

It was stressful.

And awkward.

Another appropriate time to throw up your "A".

While I have learned to appreciate the humor related to these awkward situations,
I still find them uncomfortable
and well, awkward.


Hope you're all have a not-so-awkward week! :)

Hugs,

Yep, It's Official

I have become that girl.

The person that waitresses talk about in the kitchen.

(I know, because I use to be a waitress and I use to talk about people like me.)

I am not a huge soda drinker. At all.

Even though last week's confessions says otherwise.

That's partly because I'm funny about the whole caffeine thing

and partly because I'm really picky about my sodas. 

Which is obnoxious, I'm aware.

{Sidenote: every time I say "soda" I think of all you northerners who call it "pop" and it makes me smile. Just saying.}

I don't like Dr. Pepper or Sprite or Mountain Dew 

(or any of their equivalent siblings, ie. Mellow Yellow, Sierra Mist, etc.)

I don't really like soda in a cup with ice. 

Or in a bottle for that matter.

My preference is Diet Coke in can (with a coozie, obviously.)

Even the Dominican was able to accommodate my needs. 

And that preference has almost turned into the only way I'll drink a soda.

Which brings me to my point.

I've become that girl.

That girl...that can tell the difference between a Diet Coke and a regular Coke.

(and no, I'm not going to drink the regular Coke. blegh.)

That girl...that can also tell the difference between a Diet Coke and a Diet Pepsi. 

(and yes, I almost turned down a Diet Pepsi at dinner the other night because it wasn't Coke.)

I know, I know. By now you're probably thinking:

"what's the big deal? did you really not have anything else to blog about?"

But it is a big deal.

Nothing is more annoying then when someone orders a Coke product, the waitress says "is a Pepsi product okay?", and the person says, "oh no, I'll just have water."

Ugh.

Especially when you live in New Bern,

the birthplace of Pepsi,

and you've found yourself obsessed with Diet Coke.

I've become that girl.

Teacher workdays start today
so I'll be spending my Monday wallowing
in my Diet Coke, of course.

Hugs,

Confessional Friday

I'm linking up with Leslie today for some Friday confessions.

{1}

My one diet coke a day has turned into two three. 

{2}

I've been leaving our dirty dinner dishes in the sink until the next morning. 

{3}

I still mooch a free meal off my parents whenever I can.

{4}
I was without internet a few days last week (on both my computer and my phone) and realized that I have a slight huge addiction to social media. It's serious. Seriously a problem.

{5}
As the first day of school gets closer and closer, I'm becoming a wee bit concerned of when I'm going to have time to blog and a tad bit jealous of all you lovely bloggers that get to blog at the office. So not fair.

{6}
I've know I've said it before, but I am so stinkin obsessed with my puppies. I think I literally might go into withdrawals when school starts and I can't spend all day with them like this.

{7}
I can't wait to watch Married to Jonas. 

{8}
Surprisingly, I really miss my brother. Not because I don't see him anymore. It's not like I ever saw him when he was still at home, but just knowing he's not still at home, makes me miss him.

{9}
I love a good hashtag. Good being the operative word. It drives me crazy when people use ten million hashtags on Instagram.

And it drives me even crazier when people write really long hashtags. #thisishardtoreadandnotagooduseofthehashtag

{10}
I don't really have a 10th confession. I just needed to end on a good solid, even number. OCD much?


Have a delightfully weekend friends!
I'm off to enjoy my last few days of summer before school starts!


Hugs,

Always, Sometimes, Never

I always love a good link up.
I sometimes forget to actually link up though.
I'll probably never have this whole blogging thing completely figured out.

Walks after dinner with Robbie and the dogs are always fun  even though I sometimes get lots of mosquito bites. I'll never get tired of watching my doxie Willow double time to keep up with my lab Roxy.

Speaking of the hubs, he always watches wrestling on Thursdays. I sometimes watch it with him  but I'll never understand the fascination.

And while we're watching wrestling (or anything really) the dogs always join me on the couch. Even if I'm trying to blog, which sometimes gets on my nerves but I never make them move.

I always eat cinnamon toast waffles for breakfast. Sometimes I have two. I never feel bad about it. #sorrynotsorry

I think you should always join in linky fun because you sometimes find really awesome blogs (well this usually always happens) and you'll never regret trying new things. 


Hugs,

Why Did The Chicken Cross the Road?

To get the heck away from my kitchen.

In a futile attempt to save lots and lots of money,

Robbie and I have gone on a 60-day shopping freeze.

No spending money on anything except the absolute necessities 

(and no, that super cute new Essie nail polish color is not a necessity. I asked.)

We've tightened up our grocery budget and limited our out-to-eat excursions.

And between you and me, I feel poorer now than I did when we started this whole adventure. 

Saving money blows.

What does this have to do with chickens crossing the road? 

I'm getting there, I promise. 

Since we're not going out to eat nearly as much, I've had to actually start cooking. 

Which has been interesting to say the least. 

My goal this summer was to learn how to cook.

But I've been so busy renovating my house and planning for the upcoming school year going to the pool and blogging (let's be real) that I haven't actually learned that much. 

Although Robbie and I both can kill a cheeseburger, we don't really eat a lot of red meat.

I'm scared to buy seafood. I think I could learn how to cook it, but buying it makes me nervous.

So that leaves chicken.

Chicken, chicken, chicken.

It's all we eat. 

Don't get me wrong, I'm not tired of eating chicken. 

There's a lot of yummy things you can do with chicken. Things that even I can tackle. 

I am, however, so stinkin tired of cooking chicken.

Roxy's bowl "magically" makes it way over to the stove whenever I'm cooking dinner.
Clearly the dogs aren't getting tired of chicken.

First things first, raw chicken grosses me out and I have to do some serious pep talking to deal with it. This makes seasoning and breading chicken very difficult. 

Baking chicken in the oven takes a long time.

Sauteing chicken on the stove just gets old. 

And if Robbie's going to fire up the grill, we're going to be eating burgers. 

Dinner time is such a quandary.

I think this is where I would ask desperately for your chicken cooking advice.

But the truth of the matter is...I eat like a 5 year old (and firmly believe Ranch dressing tastes good with everything) so new recipes make me a little anxious.

And like I said before, eating the chicken isn't the problem.

So instead I'll ask desperately for someone to come over and just cook me dinner. Nightly. 

Don't all volunteer at once.

Hugs,

If you really knew me...

I've seen these posts floating around blogland for quite sometime now

and at first, I really resisted the urge to participate (I'm not sure why, it's a really neat idea)

until now.

I'm not sure if it's the lack of blog inspiration I've had lately

or just because I love a good bandwagon to jump on.

But either way, I'm here and I'm ready to spill

If you really knew me...

...you'd know that I have to sleep with a fan on, no matter how cold it is.

...you'd know that I met my college roommate (and very best friend) on Facebook.

....you'd know that I almost always have a Turvis tumbler full of ice water,

and I can only drink that ice water out of a straw.

...you'd know that I started dating Robbie when I was 14 years old.

I cheated a little - this is my 16th birthday, but still...

If you really knew me...

...you'd know that I backed into a pole in my own driveway when I was 17. 

...you'd know that I took gymnastics for four years and can still barely do a cartwheel. 

(I grow increasingly jealous of Gabby Douglas daily.)

...you'd know that, no matter how hard I try not to,  I tend to kill every plant I've ever owned. 

Before and After: over the course of four days.

If you really knew me....

...you'd know that I have rheumatoid arthritis and have to get a shot every other week because of it.

...you'd know that I can't tell jokes because I always only remember the punchline.

...you'd know that, unlike every other person in the world apparently, I hate Shark Week. They're not fascinating - just scary.

{Insert scary shark picture here. I'm not brave enough to google an image on my own. Seriously.}

If you really knew me...

...you'd know that I over think everything and tend to get anxious about really unnecessary things.

....you'd know that I only like Diet Coke out of a can, not a bottle

and I have to always use a coozie.

...you'd know that, much to my surprise, I am obsessed with my dogs. 

But really, how could I not be...look at those faces.

Hugs,