Readers Beware: Today’s post is a compilation of complete randomness. I hope you’re okay with that.
Random Story #1: When I was younger, I used to hate getting clothes as gifts. Things never fit correctly, and no one seemed to understand my style. I would always think, Really? You honestly thought I would like this itchy sweater?
Because let’s be honest, I was an extremely fashion forward young girl.
But times have changed, my friends. I’m now a grown ass woman, and my sense of style is relatively concrete. My mom realized this, and last week she accomplished something that I believed to be impossible. She bought me an outfit that I didn’t want to immediately return.
And Cory has figured it out as well. I am very lucky to have married a man who can pick out jewelry that I actually like. I now feel like a real adult with my Big Girl Watch
Random Story #2: Last night was Date Night, so Cory and I headed to Bonefish. We knew that Bang Bang Shrimp was a given, but it took us a while to decide if we wanted anything else.
Enter: Cocktails and a copious amount of bread.
And then the Bang Bang was served. I was happy as a
Once we inhaled the shrimp (and two servings of bread) we decided to split a salad. I want to punch myself in the face for admitting that we split a salad, but I was so freakin’ stuffed from said bread and breaded shrimp consumption.
Random Story #3: After Bonefish, we drove home and after I immediately changed into my PJs, I dedicated the majority of the night to giving this pooch a whole lotta lovin’.
But if you don’t watch this show, you need to give me an explanation.
Let’s chat -
Do you have a Date Night restaurant? (with your boyfriend/husband or for girlfriend get togethers)
What’s your favorite sitcom? Modern.Family. Duh.
What’s one outfit that you loved as a kid, but now cringe at the thought? I wore purple biker shorts (they were cool!) with an oversized white shirt that had a big purple flower on the front. To accessorize, I wore a purple scrunchy on my wrist and I thought I was too hot to trot.. (Mom, whyyy!?)