Things I'm loving about today. And things I'm loving.
I’m loving how skinny I feel in these jeans I got on. They have mystical powers that create the illusion that I work out. My butt has that perky shelf thing going on. My butt does not have that perky shelf thing going on when I roll out of bed. Some people need mascara, I need magic jeans. And mascara.
I’m loving the pudge sneaking over the jeans. Wasn’t there when I woke up and got dressed. Why does my fat always hide until I’m out in public like, “Booyah, what are you going to do now B?” I’m going to hold my purse in front of me when I walk and suck in. I think that’s what they teach you in Pilates.
I’m loving that we have a reserve of quality fans on hand in the office for days our air conditioner is on the fritz. Thanks Andrea.
I’m loving the ac being on the fritz. Yelling across the room at your co worker, “I asked you which is the most promising future super power, India or China?” is so awesome.
Ok, we don’t yell that. It’s more like, “Can you believe Snooki and Mike? Can you believe it??” Just as legit.
I’m loving walking home. It’s all by choice. No broken car or anything. I’m getting plenty of time to gather my thoughts and have a little peaceful walking time before wrestling that one year old Viking warrior I live with. I need my mental strength.
I’m loving walking home. What, you’ve never been conflicted? The homeless guys that whistle at me then follow for three blocks. Dude, I have all my teeth and for the most part they are pointing in the right direction. Do you really think we can work through our differences? The french fries on the sidewalk walk which were previously housed in some human’s stomach. The valet who almost ran me over with a Toyota. If I’m going to go, can’t I go American? All so charming.
I want to end on something positive.
I’m loving summer walks with my little family. We’ve been trucking our little caravan all over town the last week and it’s been wonderful. I’m not ready for Jared to leave town again. I’m fond of that man. We like to hang. So out of town? It sucks.
I’m loving how skinny I feel in these jeans I got on. They have mystical powers that create the illusion that I work out. My butt has that perky shelf thing going on. My butt does not have that perky shelf thing going on when I roll out of bed. Some people need mascara, I need magic jeans. And mascara.
I’m loving the pudge sneaking over the jeans. Wasn’t there when I woke up and got dressed. Why does my fat always hide until I’m out in public like, “Booyah, what are you going to do now B?” I’m going to hold my purse in front of me when I walk and suck in. I think that’s what they teach you in Pilates.
I’m loving that we have a reserve of quality fans on hand in the office for days our air conditioner is on the fritz. Thanks Andrea.
I’m loving the ac being on the fritz. Yelling across the room at your co worker, “I asked you which is the most promising future super power, India or China?” is so awesome.
Ok, we don’t yell that. It’s more like, “Can you believe Snooki and Mike? Can you believe it??” Just as legit.
I’m loving walking home. It’s all by choice. No broken car or anything. I’m getting plenty of time to gather my thoughts and have a little peaceful walking time before wrestling that one year old Viking warrior I live with. I need my mental strength.
I’m loving walking home. What, you’ve never been conflicted? The homeless guys that whistle at me then follow for three blocks. Dude, I have all my teeth and for the most part they are pointing in the right direction. Do you really think we can work through our differences? The french fries on the sidewalk walk which were previously housed in some human’s stomach. The valet who almost ran me over with a Toyota. If I’m going to go, can’t I go American? All so charming.
I want to end on something positive.
I’m loving summer walks with my little family. We’ve been trucking our little caravan all over town the last week and it’s been wonderful. I’m not ready for Jared to leave town again. I’m fond of that man. We like to hang. So out of town? It sucks.
Oh and I'm loving these dixie cup lights. Which brings me to loving blogland. So much love.
Pretty cups here
Where can I get me some of those jeans!? Actually, I do have a pair from the limited that work wonders on my thunder thighs lol. And of course, these precious trousers came to me through thrifting :) It was meant to be! Enjoy your walks and carry pep. spray! ha
ReplyDeleteI love when clothes make you feel great! :) like you blog! happy I found it
ReplyDeletei want those magic jeans! correction, i need those magic jeans!
ReplyDeletethis line "The valet who almost ran me over with a Toyota. If I’m going to go, can’t I go American?" is hilarious!!! you are too funny!
and seriously, Snooki and Mike? really?! seriously?! oh so very gross!!!