Our Sunday in Instagram

I have become hopelessly enraptured with Instagram that my days have significantly slowed down. I do not merely eat, I take photos of my food, first and foremost. I do not merely go home, I beg Ice to stall so I may take photos of the road. I suppose I do not need to talk about our Sunday, for here it is, encapsulated and shrouded with nostalgia by Instagram.

My favorite part was when we found The New Yorker Complete Cartoons and the Woody Allen cartoon collection in Fully Booked. When Ice held up the giant The New Yorker book to me, for a second I thought it must be my birthday.