In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly.
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
There was no tracking yesterday and today due to the holiday weekend and me really not caring about eating well!!!
I went out Sunday night and did a bar crawl! I had a blast and even danced in FOAM!
Monday Boyfriend and I went to the beach and had a backyard BBQ with an electric grill and Sangria!!
Drinking Sangria with a CRAZY straw
Grilling up some chicken and hot dogs! Tofu salad from Henry's was amazing.
Boyfriend flipping the yams
Cat had an amazing time stalking bugs in the back yard!So much fun! Back to reality tomorrow...
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