Thursday, October 1, 2009
Oh...
...my goodness. I think I've fallen in love completely. I just might fore go the traditional wedding dress in lieu of this one when that day comes. Or, maybe not. This probably costs more than my annual salary.
Monday, September 14, 2009
Texting
The following is a lovely text conversation I had with a stranger today:
Stranger: Just at this moment hun.
Me: Who is this?
Stranger: This is Dustin, who's this?
Me: Why did you text me? I don't know you.
Dustin: I didn't text you
Me: Yes you did. You said, "Just at this moment hun."
Dustin: That's strange. I sent that to someone else, but I apologize for any trouble.
Me: No problem. Have a great day. Nice to meet you?
I'm so awkward.
Stranger: Just at this moment hun.
Me: Who is this?
Stranger: This is Dustin, who's this?
Me: Why did you text me? I don't know you.
Dustin: I didn't text you
Me: Yes you did. You said, "Just at this moment hun."
Dustin: That's strange. I sent that to someone else, but I apologize for any trouble.
Me: No problem. Have a great day. Nice to meet you?
I'm so awkward.
Friday, July 31, 2009
He Got It From His Daaaaaddy
Read that like you mean it.
We finally got footage of the funniest thing Murphy does. No joke, he'll do this across the entire living room floor. Go Army.
We finally got footage of the funniest thing Murphy does. No joke, he'll do this across the entire living room floor. Go Army.
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Pizza Fusion
I happen to really like this place. Not because it "changes the world" or because "Al Gore likes it" (which, in fact, I think are both ridiculous things to put on a menu), but because the food tastes good. But it's pretty much Troy's worst nightmare. Hippies, to be exact, is the reason he didn't want to go. At least that's what he said. The real reason? They don't have normal sodas. But we went anyway and he ordered water. Hippies can't change water.
Let the complaints begin.
Let the complaints begin.
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
That's my boy
It's official: Murph can climb the stairs. I'm pretty sure this isn't a good thing, but I'm still a proud mama.
Jenna or Jenna
If you shop at J.Crew or receive their catalog, you've absolutely seen this before. I, too, get their catalog in the mail and have an online account with them. So it only seems right that I would assume the following "picks" were personally selected for me. Me and only me. Yeah, stupid me and only me. I honestly thought that it was personalized with the customer's name for every J.Crew consumer. Until today when I had the shocking realization that Jenna is, not in fact, me. It is Jenna...Lyon. Creative Director for J.Crew.
Oops.
Monday, July 27, 2009
Love
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