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My Happy Place

I have a lot of happy space in my world - but the happiest of all is Marvista Park in Normandy Park, just a few short miles from my house.

It's the one place where I can go, be a kid, and then feel completely refreshed afterwards.

Vacation is coming... T minus a few weeks now, and I feel like I've earned the crap out of it this year!

But until then, a weekly trip to my happy place with the furry one should do it!




 I love his little feet trying to take on the leaves! So cute.
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The Bam-Boozlers said…
Love love love the hat!!!
November 19, 2013 at 7:38 PM
Abby said…
♥ Thank you! It's a Flipside hat which is made from recycled material from clothing manufacturers... It's a very SEATTLE green hat ;)
November 20, 2013 at 8:56 AM
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