Again. Yup, again...

Well, here I am thinking I'm in a pretty cute outfit... wearing this shirt:






a pair of jeans cuffed and my black flip flops from last summer. Amazing for me that I actually have put together an "outfit" that doesn't consist of my white sneakers and one of many plain ole t-shirts. I know, simple and easy for some, but for me, I am lacking that fashion gene... ha ha.

Anyway, while wearing aforementioned outfit we went to the doctor's office, a small engine repair shop, an appliance store and Target.


So after pushing through our errands in this unusual heat, I slide into the truck ready to head home... I look down on the side of my left leg for some reason and yes, there it is... a Cheerio. Stuck to my jeans. Yes, a freakin' Cheerio has been stuck to my jeans for who knows how long... ugh. The sign of true dedication to your job...


Fashionista, I am not... Sorry Stacy and Clinton... it's a dirty job, motherhood, but someone's gotta do it.

Untitled because I'm not sure what I should title this.

So, yesterday evening just before going to bed, I discovered that I was wearing my bra inside out the entire day. Here I was thinking, "Hooray! I'm done nursing and I get to check out my cute bras again! No dumb old ugly thick oddly hinged bra for me... nope, no sir, I'll try on that sexy black bra." Yup, inside out the whole time I thought I was living my Victoria Secret alter ego... drats.