I locked my keys in the car. Or should I say, the mister did it. Maybe YOU should be the judge. I locked my keys in the glove box the night before when we went out. The next morning the mister moved my car and put the keys in the door, locked it and left. BOTH sets of keys were now locked in the car. Who was at fault? Me, or him? You be the judge.
Football with our favorite friends, trying on my wedding dress and final alterations, if only I could have put on about half an inch in height.
Volunteering with Vox Culture as their social media voice and trying to promote them as much as I can. It's a little bit different than promoting your own blog and yourself.
We got married, hung out at our favorite local pub, and had a small reception the next day. I got a crazy bug in me and decided to chop off 7 inches of my hair, which I now miss. I'm doing the best I can to embrace it though. Next time, tell me to add high lights, someone!
We've sorted through presents and have had our dear kitties there to get in the way while we are trying to clean up. We watched our friend, Mallory get married.
Off to work I go. Have a great day y'all!