snapchat wins

Here's the thing...sometimes I plan to get things done. To workout. To clean. To make and pack Freddie's lunch. To get all things done since I perform at night. Finally to replace the God dang dusting pad on our Swiffer duster. Those kinda things. Life's fun kind of things.

So yesterday, there I was, needing to make Freddie's Friday lunch when I found myself on my Stats page of blogger. My blog traffic is about as feisty as...the back road farm lands of Southern Georgia (read: 3 cars per afternoon) so I don't really check much because...well because I kind of don't care (shhh, that's breaking all the good blogger rules. Don't tell). Also because I don't have a gas station/DQ combo on my blog so I probs get only 2 cars per afternoon. 

That's when something caught my eye. Cue the dramatic music, please. Somebody found my blog by searching snapchat fails. 

Excuse me? Mr. Finding Yippee Via a Snapchat Fail search, but I think you have come to the wrong place because while I do fail at many things, Snapchat just ain't one of them. 

Like yesterday I could not for the life of me remember the name of a ballet step. It was on the tip of my tongue. The edge of my teeth. But it was stuck. So what did I do? I Snapchat videoed my feet performing said no name step and sent it off to my ballet friends. 5 minutes later I was calling it by the correct name of contretemps. 

I asked for my sister's help in this whole Am I a Snapchat failure?! investigation and she sent over some of my snapchats she happened to screenshot. 

I see no failures here. Moving on. 

P.S.- I like to refer to that upper right picture as Angel Wings because obviously only a true angel (hint: me) would get a perfectly placed angel wing sunburn. No?

Happy Friday!

Be sure to Snapchat me all your fails and not fails. Wink.