Proof that I am not feeling well, an unmade bed. Normally this sight would make me weak in the knees, today I'm rolling with it. Even my poor pom-poms are hanging limply off the wall, they just aren't feeling it today either. Le sigh.
Dishes will remain undone today, so long as my stomach is huffin' and puffin' I'm on strike.
Dear Crackers and Tea, I love you. You are better than medication. Stay strong. xoxo Katie
Dear empty ice tray, I do not feel as strongly about you as I do tea and crackers. Why can't you fill yourself? xoxo Katie (For the record: Water comes out of our sink warm. No, beyond warm. It's like a hot spring. Ice literally snaps and crackles (and melts!) the moment you put it in. One day I will look to science for an explanation, until then I'll be baffled).
Our fix-it man came and installed a new sink in our bathroom meaning we can stop pretending we are roughing it in the jungle while brushing our teeth hunched over the bathtub. I'm living the high-life with the new sink! The only issue is the new sink is a couple inches skinnier than our old setup, behold our dirty little secret aka somewhat exposed wall (and nearly empty toilet paper. Note to self: get new roll).
Keep in mind your homegirl is not feeling bueno, here I am not looking my best. Keeping it real confession- I changed into yoga pants ASAP after these pics (check out my sassy socks), but since I wore this outfit to the Farmers Market it's legit.