I’ve been standing outside for 45 minutes and I can’t feel my face.
I don’t think I’ve ever appreciated how adorable I was.
GPOYW: Wherein my nail polish situation parallels my whole life. I know I need to take it off. It would not be hard or time consuming to take it off. I would feel better if I took it off. Yet…it is not off.
Ugh. The best I can do is a kinda crappy parking garage picture. I’m glad that I’ve stopped giving fucks, because I could never have worn this dress in my 20s. Something to be said for getting older, I guess.
Driving while being sexy.
I’m thankful everyone has been willing to take care of me and let me hang out on this ridiculously comfy chair under this blanket.
I chose sickbed & selfie.
We’ve been on the road for 1.75 hours already.
I don’t know guys. Second glass of wine. Why do I have to go to work tomorrow? Why don’t I have ANY motivation. HALP.
I am quite at a loss with my hair these days.
I’m really happy with this shirt I got from StitchFix (Yo-Rachel), and I wish I had access to a full length mirror not in the bathroom.
I took a picture to show you how weird my hair looked today, but in the picture it looks super cute. The magic selfie fairy strikes again.