This must be a joke. Lets not pretend we honestly care what other people are eating. Every morning I either eat a bowl of frosted mini wheats, or spend the day wishing I had. That is the only constant in my life. Unless it was a living octopus, the eyes of a purple cow, or poached ostrich eggs, I don’t much care about what other people spend their days eating. I'll spare you the details.
I'm Mallory! I love the mountains, treats, and movie nights. I'm married to my sweetheart, Kory, and mama to our two sweet babes. Our days center around building up our home and family - and we wouldn't have it any other way. This is a space for all things home (or kin) related.