We recently moved into a new area. Despite all the extra fees we pay to live in our neighborhood, we love how safe and tucked back from the city we are. Brian was discussing this one night on a walk with my visiting inlaws, when a few minutes later, a police car without headlights came rolling up to us. “Hey, have you seen any kids running around, saying they want to kill people?”
Maybe my HOA dollars are actually funding a Metro donation.
In other news, my brother is getting married his weekend. It’s a lot of pressure packing for Utah, fashion blog capital of the world. In preparation, I:
-bought Crest White Strips, but I forgot to use them until a couple of days ago.
-had every intention of going to the gym to avoid being the Khloe Kardashian of the wedding, but unfortunately, I was busy drinking beet juice blends and working. Hopefully my pilot pair of Spanx will be sufficient in creating the live-at-the-gym illusion.
– got a spray tan. Gus spit up on me before I was fully dry, but I’m sure no one will notice this big line on the front of my legs.
My goal for the wedding is to keep Gus from initiating Amanda into our family with spit up on her dress. Ill let you know if we were successful.