That's not a burrito in that belly.
3.30.2013
3.24.2013
my guy
My guy.
When all I want to eat is a giant plate of pasta specifically from a no-frills kinda place - the type that has paper placemats, the salad and bread comes included with the entree, and beer comes in pitchers - he waits patiently while I google and google until I find such a place.
He likes to hang out in diners that primarily cater to senior citizens and trashy teenagers and spell the word "coffee" with the letter k.
He doesn't bat an eyelash when I come stomping up the stairs yelling about how the parking nazi who lives across the street may or may not find his tires slashed upon the day we move. Instead he just laughs. And then helps me devise a plan where we purposely park both our cars in front of said parking nazi's house.
He makes up songs for me, dances on his way to the shower, kisses me goodbye every day before work and kisses me goodnight every night at bedtime.
All in all, my guy is pretty perfect for me.
When all I want to eat is a giant plate of pasta specifically from a no-frills kinda place - the type that has paper placemats, the salad and bread comes included with the entree, and beer comes in pitchers - he waits patiently while I google and google until I find such a place.
He likes to hang out in diners that primarily cater to senior citizens and trashy teenagers and spell the word "coffee" with the letter k.
He doesn't bat an eyelash when I come stomping up the stairs yelling about how the parking nazi who lives across the street may or may not find his tires slashed upon the day we move. Instead he just laughs. And then helps me devise a plan where we purposely park both our cars in front of said parking nazi's house.
He makes up songs for me, dances on his way to the shower, kisses me goodbye every day before work and kisses me goodnight every night at bedtime.
All in all, my guy is pretty perfect for me.
3.20.2013
baby love
We got to hang out with this handsome little guy over the weekend. There was something so very special about the meeting Baby O for the first time because his mama is one of the most dear people to my heart. I wish Boston was a lot closer to Philly so I could smooch him on a regular basis.
3.18.2013
fragments of thoughts right now
Seriously March? What's up? I'm listening to you throw ice against my windows.
In my own personal version of hell I'll have to apartment hunt and move over and over and over again.
Suit and tie.
The sounds of husband playing Bike Race on his phone might drive me mad.
Bills. Boo.
In my own personal version of hell I'll have to apartment hunt and move over and over and over again.
Suit and tie.
The sounds of husband playing Bike Race on his phone might drive me mad.
Bills. Boo.
3.14.2013
hello, lover
Best spring shoes? Bensimon sneakers. Rumor has it they are the French girl's Converse. I have two pairs and have worn them to the point of nearly having holes in the soles.
3.11.2013
small victory
When you realize the little things are adventures too. That you don't necessarily have to travel far or get on a plane or wake up in a new time zone. Adventures are in hitting your milestones (especially the unplanned ones), living new chapters, and realizing just how far you've come. Adventures happen in the every day.
I'm lucky because my adventures are with you.
I'm lucky because my adventures are with you.
3.03.2013
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