This is not a real post. I’m at a family reunion in Kansas City today, trying my very best not to sweat off my spray tan while sitting by the pool and eating far too many hot dogs.
I know….it’s a rough life.
I’ll be back on Monday with tales of the half-dozen things I did to embarrass myself in front of Scott’s family. Here’s hoping none of those stories involve the bright pink tutu I decided to pack, or our last-minute decision to bring Jolie with us, despite our strong suspicions that she’s highly allergic to the state of Missouri.
I often use my computer’s web cam to shoot photo and video. The other night, as I was going through the past twelve months of photos, I realized there were some real…um...gems in there.
I’ll probably regret posting these photos later…but right now, my biggest worry is whether or not jumping in the pool will totally rinse off my spray tan.
Sure…Scott COULD have surprised me with flowers while I was working late. Luckily, he knew I’d appreciate a pickle from Jimmy John’s much more.
I tried really hard to look “gangsta” here…but I had just finished Turbo Kick and was downright exhausted. I probably just needed some gin and juice to perk me up.
I think I was congratulating myself on successfully eating an entire bowl of spaghetti without silverware. During a conference call. (Totally kidding. But it would be kind of disgustingly awesome…right?)
I don’t even know what this is. Clearly, neither does the confused poodle in the corner.
I think I was debating whether or not my hair looked acceptable enough to be seen by my coworkers during a video conference at work. Sadly, my conclusion was “Good enough for me!”.
It’s so easy to look smug when you haven’t yet realized your husband is in the kitchen, unearthing all of the receipts from Nordstrom you hid in the trash can.
The reason I don’t have friends.
The other reason I don’t have friends.
At my office in Seattle. I arrived at work and suddenly realized that I had shown up to a professional environment wearing a large, dead, animal. This photo was taken in a panic, as an attempt to assure myself I didn’t look like a cavewoman.
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