I am sitting here, in the sunshine, on the deck of my third story apartment. With my cats. WHy do we enjoy taking the inside outside so much? The laptop is sitting in its respective place upon my legs, seemingly enjoying the sun as much as I. I enjoy taking the outside inside as well, and have been trying to cultivate an indoor jungle, but my husband hasnt really bought into the idea just yet. I have been cleaning my house today, I havent quite finished yet, I needed a break. My honey is still curled up in bed, I'm not to surprised. This weekend I am going to park city with the ladies of my family, we all needed a girls get away. I am soooo excited. But also a little nervous. I am taking off a few days from work, which is gonna kill my paycheck a little. I also havent been connecting with my mum very well lately. I guess its kind of been a work in progress with that, but it really got bad when she found out I got a tattoo AND when my brainless sister told her that I drink. Mum made me promise I wouldnt get another tattoo, but also knows that I am already drawing up plans for a second one. Bleh. I am the worst daughter in the world. I have been drwaing more lately, which is good. Im trying to figure out my style, the thing that makes my work unique from everyone elses. And I havent quite got it yet. Mom says she could tell my art apart from anyone elses. I am the worst daughter in the world. And so I sit outside, feeling the sun touch one of my arms a little more than the other, listening to the birds wake up.