This evening, as I was walking up to Ms. Linda's house to pick up Celeste, she came running towards me with this cute little hat she'd made flopping behind her. My little indian. She kept singing that she was a girl indian and she had made her little indian feather hat.
I had this huge craving for soup (it's one of those cravings that I can't seem to satisfy, so we made a pit stop at the awesome HEB in Friendswood. Everyone we passed smiled at Celeste and her indian feathers.
The soup ended up being delicious. I threw a lot of things together, and it was packed full of chicken. SO YUM! Okay, time to go to bed. Night all.
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