Skirt & sweater: F21 / Shoes: Me Too via Nordstrom / Sunnies: Target / Monogrammed necklace: mynamenecklace/ clutch: aldo
I'm waking up from a sleepover. Married people sleepovers are something else. Something else, good. The girls went to Target, walked around until we were the last car in the parking lot. Which is typically a good sign when you walk out with 16 bags, but we walked out with a shirt from the little girl's section for me, which I'm now questioning my judgement on. And a tacky gold purse. Which in the heat of the moment looked like a grand purchase. After Target, we got home to find the boys playing Xbox, really just means its time to segregate again, so we got frozen yogurt and then....went to sleep. You're just not as fun when you're married, is my conclusion. On the same note, I'd like to argue that conclusion by sharing that last week, I madddde Kyle go get sangrias with me, and he had a tall glass of water, while I had enough to apparently end up peeing in the parking lot. Like a boss, I hear.