Ya know what? Eff being tall. I live in a world full of cute, spring dresses with a long legs problem. Every damn cute dress I find ends up making me look like a whore-io. Not fair. Totally not fair. I found the cutest dang dress at the mall today and guess what? Too short. If I bent over, I'm sure I'd be flashing my hoo-haa to the world and I'm sure my future in-laws wouldn't appreciate that at my bridal shower.
I also have to avoid wearing high heels at the wedding since I have a weird thing against being too much taller than Josh. I don't really mind though since I definitely plan on dancing the whole night and high heels would just result with my feet being numb a couple hours in. This girl planned has been waiting for this moment for 8 damn years and I will be shakin' it all night.
I did find the best high/low blazer for work or dressy/casual occasions, a soft pink blouse and a statement necklace that could also double as a weapon if I need to defend myself. Those other journalists just get in my damn way too much. Let me get my quote people!!! I kid, I kid. Thanks Express and H&M.
I also picked up my copy of Chelsea Handler's latest book, Uganda Be Kidding Me. She's one of my snarky idols in life. She doesn't give an eff what anyone thinks. If you ever have a chance to see her live, DO IT. She's hilarious.
She's most popular for her show, Chelsea Lately on E! of course, but omg, she has the filthiest mouth when she's not censored on TV and it's just awesome. I envy her for just giving zero fucks. Anything goes with this woman. Zero limits. I secretly would love to just have zero morals and ambitions for a day...oh wait that's me four glasses of wine later. Nevermind, carry on. While I waited for some of my coworkers to arrive for a meeting, I decided to read a little over a glass of wine at Petterino's. Oh and do so with caution, I almost spit my wine out of my mouth several times because I was laughing so hard.
Friday night was really my only night to relax with Josh and the kitties. We decided to watch a marathon of Ghost Adventures (because that's an awesome idea leading right up to bedtime). Apollo loves to hog a whole side of the couch. His ballet-type stance isn't fooling anyone. He just doesn't know how to share.
Luigi is more of the lap hog. He will climb all over you until he finds just the right spot. This takes about 40-45 minutes.
And now we're back to starting a brand new week and we're at 53 days for the wedding countdown folks. And I must state that as of right now, it's going to be 53 degrees in Chicago my lovely bloggers and this girl is fricken EXCITED. I see the light at the end of this frozen, winter tunnel and it smells of spring!