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I keep seeing fall outfit inspiration boards with white jeans. I know the labor day rule is a thing of the past, but I can't do it. Every time I see them paired with boots and my other personal favorite, the "indoor" useless scarf I get twitchy.
Last night I killed a half a pint of Ben and Jerry's by myself. In the moment it was glorious. At 3AM when I woke up with heartburn and indigestion I regretted that choice. Perhaps I'll think twice before I do that again. Probably not.
When pregnant with Jamie all I ever heard was how hard it was to shop for boys clothes. Has anyone looked for boy stuff lately? Sure it may be slightly less abundant in choices, but at least it's all pretty adorable. I wandered into the girl section just to see what all the fuss was about and was lost in a sea of pink, tutus and glitter. Yikes. It was awful. I'll stick to my side for now thank you very much.
Speaking of kids clothes. I kinda sorta hate when parents dress their kids in the same outfits. I don't care if they're 2 minutes apart or 2 years apart. If it's everyday or for a family photos. No body needs to where matching clothes. Ever.
I don't like Justin Timberlake's new album. There. I said it. The Suit and Tie song took months to grow on me and now I will listen to it, but all the other ones? Yeah no. They warrant an immediate station change. Sorry JT. I understand if this means we can't be friends now.
All summer long I kept seeing people post pictures of Summer Shandy. That lemonade beer drink. So I thought I would try it. Gross. It's what I imagine drinking lemon Lysol would taste like.
I have $30 of Old Navy Super Cash burning a hole in my pocket. I don't need anything. Jamie doesn't need anything. But I certainly can't let it go to waste now can I?
I have a bad habit of telling my husband I don't care if he does xyz when really I do. So when he chooses not to do it, you know, because I told him I didn't care, I probably can't get mad about can I. We all know that's not the case. No wonder men think women are crazy.
So I know this week I wrote a post about never seeing my child and the awful mom guilt. And all that's very true. Well this morning I have an appointment to go to, so even on my day off I have to take Jamie to daycare for a few hours. And I don't really feel bad about it.
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Happy Friday Everyone!