We went antique-ing today. This plastic wreath thing was almost $60. We left.
I have this unrealistic fear that if I don’t photograph certain moments then I won’t remember them. Because of this I am that girl over documenting instead of living in the moment.
I have to doubt the authenticity of my “white people music” station on Pandora when it just now played “Living on a Prayer” for the first time and hasn’t gotten to “Don’t Stop Believin’” yet. But I did hear “Wonderwall” twice, so there’s that.
I’m feeling good lately, self-esteem wise. Spencer has helped. I can’t ask him if I look cute or my hair looks alright without a very sincere “always” or “duh.” I’ve also never liked my hair this much. And I think I went up a cup size since this new birth control.
Whoops a female that likes the way she looks and doesn’t hide her boobs because they’re not a secret.
Tobias is quite the rambunctious little puppy…he plays rough and likes to wrestle. He doesn’t have an aggressive bone in his body but he just can’t seem to grasp the concept of “gentle.” Whenever tiny/new puppies enter the dog park, we have to hold him back from rolling them around like a ball and barking in their face until they play with him (they usually don’t want to.) Our stubborn little man.
Yesterday at the dog park, spencer went to pick up Tobi’s poop. But he headed in the wrong direction. When I tried to tell him this, he stubbornly went where he thought it was anyways and then couldn’t find it. I was right. As I was gracefully and loudly pointing this out, the man that happened to be between our two points in the park turns to me chuckling and asks how long we’ve been married. I told him of course that we aren’t. Yet?
Later when I was sharing this story with Spencer, he was not at all surprised to hear it because I “share everything marriage and wedding related with him all the time.” He gets the hint. I asked if it bothers him and he casually said “no.” So maybe we’re on the right track. I wish men were easier to read.
wouldnt it be fucking scary if you had a clock that counted down until the moment you die. like what if it could be altered too like one day it says 70 years left but then you do something and it says 10 minutes left and youre like what the fuck i fucked up i fucked up i fucked up
Did you mean: the movie “In Time”?