Ah, this weather. Is it me or should rain in the winter just not exist? I’m a huge fan of all seasons. I really enjoy winter. However, unlike mittens and gingerbread lara bars, rain holds no valuable place during this season. I say this, living in Virginia, the state where everything shuts down when we get a mere quarter inch of snow.
It is cold and dreary outside. Snow would make everything better. It would make everything shut down. It would make the world calm for a couple of minutes. It would make my puppy very, very joyous. {Because right now, she thinks leaves are beyond awesome… and I’d much prefer her eating snowballs to leaves.}
I don’t know about you, but I cannot believe that Christmas is about two weeks away. I sit here listening to jingle bells {actually it’s just Olivia Benson playing with the cat’s toys} staring at my boxes of decorations strewn about my house. Guys, I need a kick in the butt. I need to be a good lifestyle blogger and do the whole “Holiday House Tour” thing. I need to wash my hair, drink more wine and stop cleaning 8 paws, plus 8×1,000,000 puppy paw prints, courtesy of this wet, muddy December. Any other dogmoms out there concur?
The thing is, I just don’t feel good. I am struggling through my carb withdrawals. Seriously STRUGGLIN’. I’ve done numerous Whole30s but never have I experienced withdrawals like these. {I am recovering after my #7DaysOfGluten.} My endoscopy was yesterday, and while “the sleep” during the procedure wasn’t that great {in my opinion, I was too drugged} I spent about 92% of yesterday passed out. If only I felt 92% more rested, I’d consider it a win. But I’m still exhausted and fighting the urge to tear open the box of Swiss Cake Rolls that are smiling at me on my coffee table.
Lucky for me, today was my day: the day when the stars aligned, when there is a touch of pirate-like fog on the streets paired with an annoying mist, and when I spent 92% of my yesterday sleeping. Magical things happened. And when I say magical, I mean magical as in you-can-wear-whatever-you-want-and-not-a-soul-can-judge-you kind of magical.
Actually, they can judge you. They probably sneering at me when they saw me coming from a mile away. It may be dark outside, but those fluorescent lights in Target do not hide a darn thing. Turns out, it is very obvious that I haven’t washed or brushed my hair in several days. My yoga pants do not quite meet my pink polka dot rain boots, showing an unshaven couple inches of calves. Lord knows what shirts I have on underneath my old fleece hoodie… based on the t-shirt material hanging out the back of my jacket, I’d guess a hot pink layer, a white sequins top and possibly a jersey knit, blue material?! My coat is partially zipped. I’m rocking a winter beanie with two thirds of my hair shoved up in there. Then I’ve top things off with my makeup-less face and crooked glasses. {To be fair, I grabbed the glasses prior to walking out the door, so when I made that quick glance into the mirror, my refection looked seamless and a just wee bit blurry.}
There’s really no point to this blogpost. Snaps for those of you who have paused the Victoria Secret Fashion Show to read about my unfashionable ways. No, I do not have any pictures of today’s #ootd. But while I was typing this post, these shenanigans were went down:
— Cheers y’all —