I no longer shower or get ready before 5 pm. Billy gets home at 6 and so I make a mad dash to the shower (if I choose to take one for the day) at 5 so that when he gets home he doesn’t think that I go everywhere in my sweaty gym clothes, so far I have him fooled.
My mom requests self-portraits on the blog because she misses seeing me in real life every day. Hi mom! I wonder what my excuse was for all of the self-portraits I took before moving away from my mom?!
Yesterday after school Billy finished unloading my car that was packed full of stuff. We officially now have all of our stuff here. My biggest piece of advice to you is to move when you are 9 months pregnant or you have just had a new baby. This way you never end up having to carry one box and instead you and the baby cheer your husband along while sitting on the grass.
The amazing Monica forced (actually it didn’t take any convincing) me to give her my address so that she could order dinner for us and have it delivered.
I am positive that blogging friends are the best.
I think Billy teared up a little when he saw the pepperoni pizza and he thanked Monica from the bottom of his heart. Those little garlic bite things are ridiculous. Dominos- way to go.
The cinnamon sugar bread needs its very own picture because it is just that special. I would love to meet and personally thank whoever had the idea to dip carbs coated in cinnamon sugar into frosting.
To add to Brooke’s many moods this is her suspicious face that she made when I was telling her a story. She is learning at a very young age to not take anything I say seriously and that 94% of everything I say is an exaggeration. Her hair is getting spikier every day.
After dinner Brooke and I went on a little walk while Billy got some reading done. I am really loving the summer (is it still summer?) nights in N. Cali, they are the perfect temperature.
Where do you usually order your pizza from?
What is the weather like where you are? Is it still hot or is it cooling down?
Have you met any bloggers in real life?
What time do you usually get ready at?