I love Instagram. And if you know me, one thing that you’ll usually hear me say is, “let’s ‘gram this shit.” So, like VH1’s Behind the Music, let’s consider this post The Lunchbox Diaries’ Behind the ‘Gram.
My brother, Brian, wants to steal my dog. Bu that’s not what’s weird. It’s weird that we look alike in this picture. We now have the same glasses and practically the same haircut. This in unnerving to me.
I tend to spend 85% of my waking hours in what I like to call, “soft clothes.” This isn’t so much of a problem when it’s warm out, but now that it’s frigid I’ve found myself in a place where I decline invitations to functions that require an actual bra and clothes that are not made of spandex. I ‘grammed this picture mainly for myself, as proof that sometimes I can look decent. It’s not serving as any motivation, as I write this post in stretchy pants and a hoodie. Better luck next winter.
Our house is bigger than we need. Case in point, we have two living rooms. Stupid. The “formal living room” is not a place that anyone frequents…except for Penny. She knows she’s not allowed on the furniture in that room, but she’s recently found a way to bend the rules. I couldn’t even scold her when I found her like this.
My brother’s girlfriend is the shit. I love her for a million and one reasons, (and when they finally get engaged (NO PRESSURE, BRIAN!!) I’ll write a whole post about her) but one reason is that she knows me so well. I am obsessed with this watch she got me for Christmas!
Remember how my Christmas present from Cory was late, and I was annoyed that his Call of Duty arrived before my gift? The wait was worth it, my friends. I now have a lovely Michael Kors bag that I treat better than I treat myself. It’s what you might call my first big girl purse.
And lastly, I ‘gram waaaay too many pictures of my sweet Penny for no other reason than I am wildly obsessed with her. She has such a personality. I swear, the noises that come out of that girl – she basically moans and groans her emotions and it cracks my shit up. You need to meet her.
It’s too early. Let’s sleep some more.
I know, I need to get a life. But now that I’m a crazy dog mama, I’ve found that I’m not the only one, which makes me feel little less crazy 😉