I bought my dress second-hand, paid for it in cash. $32.61. I knew as soon as I tried it on that it was the dress I would get married in. A winter wedding dress.
Catching up on friends’ blogs, like:
…which led me to:
TILDA STARDUST (“dedicated to the belief that Tilda and Bowie are one person”)
and ponytail (equal parts pleasing and disturbing to look at)
and of course My Parents Were Awesome (I already know exactly which photos I would submit to this)
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Emily has another blog, which is equally worth perusing, though for different reasons. Mostly reasons involving WHY CAN’T I LIVE MY LIFE WITH A SENSE OF GRACE AND WONDER LIKE OTHERS?!?! -type stuff.
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Do I love Way Ginger’s tumblr because she’s my friend, or is she my friend because she’s the type of gal to have such an awesome tumblr? It’s a Sunday conundrum, Friends. A sunundrum, if you will.
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I also like this gal, and her spirit. And her craftiness. And her baked goods.
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Also, if you’re my boss reading this, then I just want to say that I totally also work super hard, like, ALL the time and work, totally signing so many kids up for summer reading and handing out mad headphones great work ethic etc.
HAPPY SUNDAY!!! Tonight is the Mad Men season finale! I’m going to drink beer and eat french fries WOOT!
“Oh, you’re still watching Mad Men at home? I’m sorry.”
This is a beer. A pitcher of beer. A pitcher of locally-brewed, hoppy goodness served foamy and cold at Brewvies Cinema Pub.
Where I watch Mad Men. Every Sunday. On the big screen.
There truly is nothing better in life. Except Brewvies’s steak fries. Those are thick and salty and delicious. Plus they come with fry sauce.
Because this is Utah, damnit. And we now how to do things right of a Sundee afternoon. Like this:
Except that these photos are from LAST Sunday. This Sunday looked a bit more like this:
Not pictured is the ice cube I was sucking on. Seriously, though, it felt like my body was on fire from the inside out.
But Sundays still rule, especially in Utah, if not in the same way for everyone. Basically I’m saying that I worship Don Draper, while others worship….anyways, different strokes for different folks, am I right?