I am going to go broke buying and returning curtains... I swear it. I posted on Snapchat about the curtains being too short and shortly after that figured out that the large curtain I bought for the patio door was also too short. It looked worse than the highwaters I wore for a solid 5 years of my youth. #tallgirlproblems
The Bachelorette is over. Jordan won. We all knew he and his sometimes poofy, sometimes wildly slick hair were going to win. And not since Emily and Brad have I put a shorter time limit on the relationship than the one that exists for these two. Jojo looked like she wanted either an escape route, a Valium, or both simultaneously. Her face screamed, "GET ME OUT OF HERE. EVERYTHING HE SAYS IS A LIE, BUT I AM CONTRACTUALLY OBLIGATED TO PRETEND TO LIKE HIM." It is entirely possible that she was just sick of ABC and their prying nonsense, but that face told a different story that might start and end with contractual obligations... and hair gel. Lots of hair gel.
We are LOVING our UppaBaby stroller that we picked out from Baby Cubby. Those guys know what they are talking about. It's perfect for us and we are taking it with us to Portland in a few weeks to really give it a run for its money.
I am still taking way to much time deciding which pictures from Lyla's photshoot to print. You'd think I was picking out a wedding dress. Loosen up Treans.
Still waiting on our couch from Interior Define. Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitttttttttttttiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnnnngggggggg.
And lastly-- our lives are now totally changed. Lyla is crawling after a conversation with her Noni and Papa. Check it out on Instagram.