I recently finished a Whole30 (more on that as soon as my brain and/or stomach can process all my feelings about it) and I'm kind of/sort of terrified to eat sugary things right now. But all I can think about is this brownie...and how scared I am to take a bite of it. But how badly I do want to take that bite because LOOK AT IT.
Other than that one time we almost died because of 500 alligators (exaggeration level is high there), we have been exploring big, bad Houston. Food, parks, hiking trails, more food, hookah bars, and Central Market sammies, just to name a few exploration destinations. By exploring I mean we try to do a few new things every week, and yet we still have only explored about 10% of the city. Houston is huge, people. Huge. Ginormous. We'll never be done.
I was going to try and post some super cute, Pinterest worthy outfit, but then I would be lying. So because the fact that a Pinocchio nose would make me look ruh-dic, I will tell the truth. I put on some workout pants, throw on a tank top (that doesn't usually fall under the category of workout tank, but I pretend it does), and I head out the door. Hours later I come home planning to shower and look halfway decent, but then I remember how badly jeans (unless you unbutton them and then what is the point?) suck so I just don't. The End.
Anyone who has given birth. I bow down to you. I've been reading a lot (emphasis on the a lot/too many part) of birth story blog posts recently and no. For someone who likes gross things, I can't with the birthing thing. It's on a whole new level from zits and flakes of dead skin. For someone who wants to have a lot of kids, I grow more t-e-r-r-i-f-i-e-d of birth/post-birth with every dang sentence of every dang blog I read.
Does anyone else save every single card ever given to them? I'm talking like that ballerina birthday card from your sixth birthday, or the Happy Graduation card from your neighbor four houses down, or even the Bed, Bath, and Beyond typed messages from your wedding gifts? Yeah, I'm that person who saves every single thing and I'm that person who has run out of room to store said cards. Every time I go through them I end up just getting sentimental and awwwwww-ing while reading them. Then somehow the piles stay the same size. Ohhhhh welllllllll. There could be worse things to collect (I did save all my old baby teeth as they came out when I was younger--ew).