Shoes: Famous Footwear, Socks: Gap, Jeans: F21, T shirt: Hanes, Sweater: Thrifted, Vest: c/o WindsorStore, Hat: Walmart, Watch: Gift Awkward:
- Pepperoni's. And what they do to Husband when we have company over
- That middle picture. Me thinks we won't be doing anymore backwards shots for a while.
- The fact that I still don't completely understand what #FF means on Twitter. That and all the other new tags that people come up with and suddenly everyone knows what they mean except for me.
- The fact that whenever the dog makes a stinky, alllll the boys suddenly look at me and say, "Syddneeeyyyyyyyyyy".
What the crap huh?? Who made you all the stinky police? And since when have I ever smelled that bad in my entire life? I'll tell you when:
NEVER. That's when. So put that in your pipe and smoke it, punks
- Sitting in a swimsuit, poolside, blowing my nose hardcore. All of the swimming mommies were gathering their children away from me like I was death itself or something. Not that I blame them. My nose
did look like it was about to kill itself.
- This problem I have with my nails polish. See, if one nail chips off a little, suddenly they all have to go. But this is done pretty much subconsciously. So I'll be sitting there, and then I'll look down and be like,
what the?? WHO scraped all my nail polish off? And why is there a sparkly mess in my lap?
It's very confusing.
- Baby nephew wanting to touch the belly buttons of the lingerie clad mannequins in Kohls yesterday. Can't say that I blame him, they
were perfect belly buttons.
- Speaking of belly buttons. They're awkward.
- K just picture for a second that one scene in
Sleepless and Seattle with Meg Ryan and her boyfriend. And they're laying in bed and she can't sleep, and he's got his humidifier going and his water glass and his mile high tissue pile and he's snoring a little. You got it? OK.
So I'm Meg Ryan.
- The fact that I'm pretty sure my brother-in-law thinks I'm turning 18 tomorrow.
- I Twitter while I'm sleeping. Kind of like Twittering when you're drunk, except so much better because the outcome is like 10 times more embarrassing.
{Um. By the way, I erased it though, so nobody go running over there}
- The way I DIE for IHOP. It's literally like that scene in
Elf when Buddy finds out that Santa's gonna be at the store that day.
SANTAAAAAAAAAA!! I'm telling you. There's jumping up and down. Fist pumps. The works.
Except, of course I'm screaming
IHOOOOOOOPPPPPPPP!! As opposed to
SANTAAAAAAA!! You get it? Cause I want to make sure you got this. Two words: IHOP giftcards. Ready, go.
Just kidding. Husband would die.
Awesome:
-IHOP for dinnnerrrrrrrrrr!! OK. I'm done talking about it now.
- My life. Sometimes I feel like it's one gigantic stress ball. But then I go on Christmas break, and suddenly me and life are BFFs again.
- When husband refers to me as a woman. I still don't feel like one. But when he says it, it's totally hot.
- His giggle. Did you catch it in the video yesterday?
- The fact that my Mom is surprising us with a visit to Idaho when we get back next week! HOO. RAH. You can expect a TRX tutorial video coming soon. And maybe a cooking tutorial too. Because I used to make those when I was little.
And then you poor the butter in and begin whisking, like so ...
- Skyping my family on Christmas Day
- The fact that I'm paying money to go see a western re-make tonight. We'll see if that really
does belong on the awesome list
- Making it a new years resolution to take a tropical vacation with Husband this year.
BEST. GOAL. EVER.
- KOHL'S! Are you kidding me with that place? 70% off the cutest stuff ever? I could die.
Especially over the fact that they don't have one where I live. I'm suing.
- The two days of sunshine we've had this last week. And the sunshine that's coming in my window right now. And the days that are getting longer as we speak. Hallelujah.
