Last week was pretty uneventful. Well, not really. I got to go grocery shopping...
I also went to a pretty stellar children's consignment shop and scored River's baptism outfit for a righteous $8 (the classic white baby shoes were only $2.50). Do you know how expensive baptism and christening outfits are? That was a killer deal AND it just so happened to be the only baptism-ish outfit in the entire store.
The day I went grocery shopping, I was also supposed to go bargain book hunting and me the husband were supposed to go do our taxes so I actually got dressed but there was a change of plans due to my husband's weird working hours. So that means I got all dolled up to go to Walmart. What a waste of lipstick (which is a new shade by the way).
Well, come to think of it, I'd rather be a little overdressed at Walmart than to look like...
polkadot cardigan: Old Navy
purple shirt: Ross Dress for Less
Halloween eyeball socks: Dollar General
Friday, me and the husband went out on our third post-birth date to a Mexican restaurant. We were supposed to go book shopping and get a spot of coffee afterwards but I started missing my little one too much and I just wanted to go home, hold my baby, digest my food and watch crime investigation shows on Netflix.
dress: Ross dress for less
boots: hand-me-downs from mom (still dirty from my Faire in October)
vintage pearl snap: Salvation Army
stripe thermal shirt: Ross Dress for Less
slip on Vans: Salvation Army
The Mexican restaurant also has a little gift shop area where you can buy all sorts of goodies like fresh chips and tortillas and pastries and gross Mexican candy.
Yes, I said it. Mexican candy is gross.
So anywho... after ten glorious months of freedom from you-know-who... she's back... with a vengeance. You know what I'm talking about...
And to make matters worse I was careless with a cotton swab yesterday and jacked up my right ear. Now every sound is booming and vibrates in my head and I have terrible vertigo. Needless to say, I'm pretty miserable right now.
I'm going to go lay on the couch and think of all the things I should be doing but didn't really want to do anyway and then complain about how I can't get anything done because I feel bad but I'm secretly grateful for being able to lay around and do nothing...
Just being honest.