+ Listening to my boy Thomas Rhett. He is my Bruno Mars of country music, the way he moves and dances around, mmmmm baby. Add in the admiration I have for his wife and well, I wish they would adopt me. Add that to the list of 2017 goals.
+ Not on a yacht, however, all of the blog geniuses say things like “have a great first photo in every blog post!” so I’m just obeying the smart ones of the world.
+ Drinking a La Croix water. Peach-Pear flavor to be exact, which just so happens to be the same flavor that everybody tells me they hate, so that’s fun.
+ Eating NOTHING. You guys this never happens which is why I had to document those 30 seconds in my life that I didn’t have something in my mouth. You can take that as you please….
+ Thinking about the fact that I leave for California in a few short days and am incredibly unprepared. If you could see the state of my office, my brain, and anxiety levels you would understand. Regardless, Alt Summit, here I come!
+ Struggling with how A.D.D. I am. It’s to the level that I need medication and I know this. But I also know that medication requires pills and I am a gagger so no thank you. Add that to the list of things you didn’t need to know about me…
+ Wearing two different pair of Hunter boots because decisions need to be made and I simply can’t make them. Pale mint or glossy red? Glossy red or pale mint? Pale red or glossy mint? Both? Neither? Except, HOW AM I SUPOSSED TO BE COOL IF I DON’T OWN A PAIR OF HUNTER BOOTS!?!??! Help a sister out, which color do we do ladies?
+ Feeling like I should probably start working out. Mostly because bikinis showed up on my doorstep today and yikes, homegirl isn’t ready for that bikini stuff anytime soon. It’s okay though, I’m losing weight right now while not eating during the writing of this blog post.
+ Scheming how I can convince my husband that dinner just isn’t going to happen tonight in our kitchen, but that we indeed need to go out somewhere instead. And now I remember why I’m not ready for bikinis.
+ Looking forward to watching this week’s Bachelor episode, because that’s the type of thing you look forward to when you don’t have a life and enjoy watching trainwrecks.
+ Genuinely afraid that I might pee my pants. Gotta go ladies and gents! Literally, peace out.