I plan on getting married at least six or seven more times because I LOVE PRESENTS.
And THIS. Grandparent RSVPs are really entertaining.
|Really it's just too adorable.|
I plan to support the USPS for as long as I live, because mail in general is the greatest.
Also, I'm thinking of re-vamping the blog and coming back as a super angry/aggressive and non-PETA approved crime solving/detective blog called "Whose shit is it anyway?" because two mystery turds in one day is a TOO MANY.
Yeah, I took pictures. It's called evidence.
Speaking of appetizing, lunch today? OLIVE GARDEN.
I made a really terrible decision to split the lasagna primavera with grilled chicken.
It was alright, but for future reference, always choose cheese. I feel like this goes without saying, but sometimes I act hastily and forget.
I made up for it by eating 83 breadsticks and dunking them in copious amounts of alfredo sauce.
(PS I'm starting to wonder how much longer I’ll be able to use the “It’s totally fine - I just ran a marathon” excuse. I’m hoping until I’m at least 30.)
It’s WEDNESDAY which means Taylor came over for dinner. Since our weather is hopping back and forth between 40 degree days and 70 degree days (Hi Welcome to Texas!) and today was one of those 40 degree days I whipped out the crock pot for this recipe, but I subbed out the salsa for bbq sauce. I wish I could say it was for some fancy culinary reason but it’s 100% because I wanted to conserve my salsa for my late night Mexican cravings and I didn't feel like sharing with Taylor.
|And yes, wine. ALWAYS, wine.|
Do you guys want to know the real reason I’m marrying Taylor? Fine, I'll tell you.
Because he does the dishes! I mean, he does them wrong of course, but still, he tries. It's cute.
Dinner + one episode of The Walking Dead + half hour of New Girl = lights out time for me. He’s one lucky son of a gun to be marrying this young vibrant ball of fun.
I skipped bootcamp this morning, but I think I’m going to try to get a run in after work tomorrow. I’m sorta kinda chomping at the bit and since my legs feel great, I think I’m ready for an easy run.
Hey and thanks for all the love and congratulations about the marathon! Y'all are sweet. Stick around will ya?