Boots: F21, Jeans: American Eagle, Button Up: Gap, Belt: Thrifted, Scarf: Gap, Earrings: F21First guys, thank you so much for all your sweetie pie well wishes. I'm feeling much better now, thanks-- even though you probably can't tell with all the zoned out stares in these pics. The sad part, is that I actually was trying to look perky. I'm just pooped guys. Apparently my subconscious is pooped too cause it decided to turn my scarf into a socially acceptable blankie that I could tote around with me all day. My subconscious also had the urge to curl up on my office swivel chair, suck my thumb and spin myself around a billion times while telling pesky people to leave me alone. Good thing my subconscious doesn't come out to play very often. It's a bad kid.
Anyways. As I type, husband is over on the couch ... passed out like a little precious, snoring away. It's only 8:30. And he still has his reading glasses on. Poor guy, he's pooped too. It's Monday and our only piece of sunshine all day was the two pomegranates we splurged on at the store. I'm pretty sure those things are God's personal gift just to me. They are my happy place.