Holidaze

As we are all busy, we try to be organized/efficient and do things like use lists.

So here’s a list of things.

They are listed in no particular order.

I just really like lists.

1. I have found this week to be more relaxing than my last weekend. Please don’t get me wrong- the weekend was great. This can sum it up:

Marathon baking on Friday night. With wine. Duh.

Chicago running bloggers meetup. More wine. Don’t worry- it was noon. Almost.

We’re a total party.

Date night! Just us and thousands of strangers…

A bloody mary to kick off Sunday Funday for the Bears/Packers game. I can barely look at this photo… ugh

2. My roommate texted on Saturday night that she was dvring Cinderella for us.  After the Bears/Packers game (please refer to the bloody mary picture above), we fell asleep on the couch watching it. And then she accidentally deleted it. Worst. Thing. Ever.

3. I’m back into the gym routine now that my old woman back is feeling better. At least for this week as I am heading home at the crack of dawn on Saturday (that is, if the world does not end as it originally was supposed to). Run 2 miles and do 20 minutes on the elliptical or stairs seems to be my chillaxed routine at the moment.

4. My work holiday party was Tuesday. Several things to be noted:
- My boss quoted Beevis and Butthead Do America. This seems so wrong, but was sooooo amazing.
- I tried duck pâté for the first time ever and didn’t hate it.
- Snuck out early so I would still have energy for the gym the next morning and wouldn’t smell like liquor at work. More people chose the other option and looked miserable. I may have been a little smug about it.

5. The roommate and I exchanged gifts.
Socks with a cape. This means I am now a super hero. BAM.

The dude and I exchanged gifts, too. But I like to be more discreet about such things. No matter how much I love them.

6. In order to not enter this mentality:

I’ve been doing this for every time I’ve gone out/drank/celebrated the holidays:

We call this “let’s throw all the vegetables in the refrigerator onto some lettuce and see what we end up with”.

It’s a half-win.

7. Convicts escaped the correctional facility in downtown Chicago on Tuesday and only one has been caught. I honestly had no idea my place of employment was so close to a prison, but it has made going out for lunch seem that much more thrilling. I like to live on the edge.

8. So I guess the world is supposed to end at some point today? Isn’t that what all this crazy buzz is about?  Just in case, the roommate and I decided to make a “one last roomie date” by staying in and watching a movie with some drinks last night. She got a sweet bottle of cabernet from a vendor at work and it seemed to be a shame to potentially waste it. So we drank nice wine and watched Home Alone. Naturally.

This list is getting too long. I should end it now. And because this is probably the last day of work before Christmas for a lot of people, I just want to say enjoy your holiday and travel safe! xoxo

Happy Hour Happenings

I’m not quite sure what it is, but whenever there is a need to share important information, a happy hour seems to be one of the favorite ways to do it.

Who can resist drink specials and bar food?

Anyway, I haven’t been able to join Lauren and her Team Challenge group for their weekly runs recently. And since that’s the time we use to gossip while the rest of the group logs hard-core mileage, we decided maybe we should just call it what it is and sit on our butts to chat instead. And eat pizza. Obvi.

Lauren said she was picky. And then proceeded to list off my favorite toppings as the ones she’d eat. Black olives, mushrooms, and pepperoni. Love.

Storytelling is way easier that way.

Which reminds me, I believe we’d both like to publicly apologize to the people in the booth behind us. You had no warning of the things you’d overhear. It wasn’t fair.

Anyway, after all the pizza and garlic knots (um… yum), it only seemed fair to get physical activity in this morning.

Which, after half-priced bottles, isn’t always the greatest. But then again, if I continue to have dates and happy hours every day of the week, I’m just going to have to suck it up and deal.

Being a social butterfly. It’s like totally super hard. #firstworldproblems

So yes, I had my first run this morning since the half marathon. 4.9 miles outside because this randomly warm weather will never last and I’m determined to take advantage of it as much as possible.

It feels weird to not have a race in the pipeline. But since I’m still seemingly motivated to get up before 5:00 to do something productive, I’m just going to enjoy the lack of stress from not having an end goal.

Freeballin’ it, ya’ll.

We’ll see how long it lasts.

And being as how I can’t seem to connect one thought to another in this post, and figuring out a way to eloquently wrap this up is not going to happen, I should just quit while I’m ahead and consider scheduling in a few nap times over the weekend.

K, bye.

My Fault

Yesterday’s long run was stupid.

Yes. Stupid.

And the frustrating thing is… it was totally my fault.

I knew what the forecast was. But had no desire to wait until Sunday morning for better weather. Patience is not a virtue I possess.

So maybe I’ll just get up a little earlier and take a nap when I get back?

Fabulous idea, Amy! You’re so smart!

Then this happened:

One glass would have been fine.

Two? Sure, I can handle it! I’m so giggly! This is fun!

Three? Well, I’ll be slower, but man am I thirsty and it’s just soooooo gooooood. It’s too early to go to bed! What should we do? Let’s text EVERYONE!

You get where I’m going with this. Right?

I still got up at 6:30 yesterday morning. Plans were to be out on the roads by 7:30. Get in 9 miles before 9:00 with no issues.

My standard weekend run/race breakfast was made.It’s nothing exciting. But I never deviate from peanut butter on toast. It’s a superstitious quirk.

All good so far.

And then I entered some crazy time warp and didn’t make it out until 8:30. 2 hours after I make a point of getting up early.

What? I still have no idea how that happened.

Things were fine for a while. A new playlist helped. But my water was running out too quickly. And I needed energy gel badly.

After a mental fight, stubborn Amy and whiny Amy compromised. All three of us looped it back to the apartment, grabbed a gel and ran to the gym to finish out the run. This is why I’m annoyed.

8.6 miles in total. I’m absolutely positive I could have hit 9 if my estimates wouldn’t have been off (my runs are always GPS free and I track my neighborhood runs afterwards on MapMyRun). I know this because my last mile was spent working on going progressively faster. So the endurance is there (my positive takeaway from the run). I just need to actually do it.

I don’t feel too badly about missing the mileage. It was only .4 under what was planned. A little bummed, but hardly anything to cry over.

The thing that bugs me is only half of the run was done outside. Which is more important to me right now. The Chicago Half Marathon is early September. And, in regards to the weather, it’s a total crap shoot of what we’ll be dealing with. Being ready for the heat/humidity is a must.

That last glass of wine was excessive. As was the waste of time before actually getting outdoors. Both very much factors I can control. And just didn’t.

My fault.

But I’m done dwelling on it. There’s always next week.

Moving on…

Although I’m super crazy about my pre-run rituals, my post run process has never been the same.

Due to Muscle Milk being a ZOOMA sponser, I’ve been taking advantage of their generosity:

An entire case was given to us at the ZOOMA Training Kick-Off party a few weeks ago!

This is the first time trying it. Normally, because texture plays a large part in what foods I like/dislike. Drinking smoothies/shakes/milk/etc is almost always avoided. So I was timid about this stuff.

But protein after long workouts is pretty important.

So what the heck?

Justin is still a vital part of the household decor. And yes, he likes Muscle Milk, too.

And wouldn’t you know? It’s good! My favorite is the Cookies n’ Creme. If you were to liquify an oreo, this is what it would taste like. Totally.

Never do I drink a whole one at once- it’s split up between 2-3 workouts. This works perfectly- just enough to tide me over with recovery fuel until my stomach settles a little more and my true appetite kicks in.

And when that appetite kicks in? Watch out for your fingers, kids. 8.6 miles gives me a lot of room to work with. Holla’.

To all of my lady friends (sorry dudes): Looking for a fun half marathon this fall? Consider the ZOOMA Women’s Series in Lake Geneva! Especially if you’re in the Midwest! There’s wine and jewelry for everyone running!!! Not to mention, you get a group rate at the freakin’ SPA and Resort! If you sign up today, use “GLAMB1″ to get a discount!

I Can Totally Do This

Ok guys.

I’m done whimpering.

People far busier than me can do it. And they do. Because they prioritize what they do during the day. And act accordingly.

This morning workout thing can happen. Sure, work is an hour earlier than what I’m used to. And sure, I may have to break it up on days that I can’t QUITE get up right on time.

But this is happening. Like Friday? I got in a little under 3 miles. And that was getting up at the same I had been with my old hours.

And if I get up 15 minutes earlier? A solid trip to the gym can happen. Like on Monday. Or a 4.3-mile run can happen. Like this morning. We’ll just ignore that the rabbits and rats seem to be partying down before 5:00 in the morning.

Seriously. The rabbits can stay. But 3 rats chillin’ on the sidewalk as I run by? Not cool. 

And what if I decide to sleep in 15 minutes later? Well- I can still get a few circuits from my Jillian workouts in. Flexibility is the name of the game.

I can do this.

Totally.

And yes. That phrase will be repeated. Every morning. Until I believe it.

In other news, I found another thing I can totally do.Bake vegetables into things.

Before you judge me, just listen:

I’m not a super big fan of things like carrot cake (but, if we’re being honest, I’ll eat it for the cream cheese frosting). Or things of the nature.Healthy things don’t go into baked goods. It’s just not right.

Usually.

My old roommate from a few years ago made the meanest zucchini bread back in the day. And even sent it to me once after she moved away.Yes. I loved it THAT much.

However, it has never been made in a kitchen of mine since then.

That changed this weekend.My mom not only gifted me with her presence, but also an entire grocery bag of potatoes and a separate entire grocery bag of larger-than-life zucchini.

Don’t believe me when I describe how big it is? Check it out:Yes. The zucchini slices are almost as big as my bagel thin pulled pork sandwich. The pulled pork was the free food from the ‘rents that my roommate scored over the weekend.

Practically a free meal!

We’re living the dream this week, kids.

But anyway… where was I?Oh that’s right- baked deliciousness. The zucchini bread muffins were adapted from this recipe.

Minus the walnuts. Because they’re expensive and I didn’t have any.

What I did have was a lot of wheat flour hanging around. So I swapped 2 cups of regular flour for the wheat variety. Just for kicks.

Also, because I lack a loaf pan (it’s so embarrassing), I made bread “muffins”. Which worked out well- easier to grab and go:I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again- we’re all about streamlining these days.

Holla’.

Every Little Bit

I’m glad you all enjoyed ”deep thoughts” from the depths of my eclectic brain.

It’s nice to know I am capable of true human emotion when called upon, instead of the awkward joke or two usually busted out, ending in an even more awkward situation for everyone.

Anyhoo.

How are we this morning?

I’m coming off of my fourth morning workout of the week, along with two cups of coffee. Excuse the crazed perkiness. It wears off after the first hour or two.

Somehow, the momentum has continued through the week, and getting up at 5:15 each time has not been an issue. Except once, but I heard my roommate stirring and knew she’d never workout with or even talk to me again if I stood her up at such an early hour. 

Sleep is serious business around here.

This motivation is also possibly because I’m not quite sure how much longer the morning routine will happen. Next week is the start of my new job. New hours, new commute, new everything. My entire life may feel flipped for a little while (insert freaking out here). 

And I just don’t see myself getting all pumped up over a 4:30 wakeup call.

No wait- it’s a certainty that will not happen. It was established long ago that 5:00 is the absolute cut off when it comes to how early Amy will get up to work out.

After working a few kinks out of the system with a sluggish 4.1-mile run on Tuesday morning (stupid Tuesdays…), I was hoping for an improvement on how Wednesday and Thursday would go.

Wednesday included 22 minutes on the stairs and 17 on the elliptical before retiring to the weight room to pretend like I know what I’m doing for a bit. Yes, if I plan to be seen at some point on the beach of Lake Michigan, those 2 odd minutes on each machine do make a difference. Every little bit counts, yes?

And when I say every little bit, I mean it. This morning I didn’t do a neighborhood run or hit the gym. I worked out in front of the television with Jillian Michael’s No More Trouble Zones. To balance out all the cardio I’ve been doing.

My muscles will surely hate me tomorrow.

But, like I said, every little bit counts.

Finally- I broke down and purchased new pans. One of which is an 8-inch and is perfect for omelets! Too bad I still suck at them always ending up overdone…

Just like a little extra protein in the mornings…

Usually, a loaded bowl of oatmeal or something super carbalicious is paired with my morning headlines. But I have the extra 10 minutes- why not do an omelet a few times a week?

Plus my bagel thins were on their last leg. I’m still on a super budget. Waste not, want not.

Same goes for the zuchinni.

I believe I could corporate those bagel thins into every single meal of my day. At 110 calories, I guess there could be worse addictions.

Clearly my meal planning was lacking this week. Because it was also on its last leg. What’s the deal, yo?

So I saved myself from wasting food. And kept myself from spending more $$.

Every little bit counts. My wallet just smiled and winked at me. Weird.

I need more sleep. Maybe just more coffee. My feelings on this are contradicting themselves.

Excuse me before my train of thought derails completely. It’s time to start the last day at my current job.

I expect happy/sad tears.

Oh look! Another contradiction of sorts! I belong in a skittles commercial.

Anyway, it’s most likely going to be a long day. But there’s a promise of lots of food. And very little work left for me to do. So it’ll be a sad day, but things could be worse.

Geez- what is with all this human emotion stuff? UGH. So lame…

An Unorthodox Introduction To Running

When I was still in high school and discovering running for the first time, it was quite an unorthodox experience. I lived on a farm down a winding, topsy turvy road full of hills and wilderness, while lacking sidewalks and safety measures.

It’s quite astonishing I stuck with it like I did. And maybe even more astonishing I was never seriously injured in the process.

Naturally, I started with the run/walk routine. As most do. But I don’t remember ever improving. Only running as far as I could to get out of sight of my house, so my parents wouldn’t think I was a big wus, and walking immediately. This lasted until I got to the top of the massive hill that the road went over and I’d run another minute or so as to not spend too much time tempting fate while on a ridiculous curve.

There was a river access past our house, so I was forbidden to run during the weekends due to the idiots hauling boats and going 60 mph on a curvy road they’ve never driven before. Now that I think about it, most people drove it that fast and shouldn’t have. I was an open target on the side of the road at any hour of the day.

My music consisted of a sad fm/am walkman that only got reception in certain areas. I had to pretend it was a DJ mix of N*Sync slowly morphing into Kenny Chesney then into static then into Third Eye Blind then back to more static.

And watch out for the neighbors’ dogs! The ones you always heard going crazy as they were penned up behind the house. But sometimes, just sometimes, they were running around loose. This forced me down to a cautious walk (if I wasn’t walking already). Any sudden movement and they would surely bite my face/arms/legs off.

Then there was the off-chance you’d pass someone else walking/running. Stop immediately. Talk about the weather. Family. Neighbors (they did WHAT?!?!). The construction in your backyard (because EVERYONE has noticed and wants to know). More about the weather. And back on your way you went.

This entire experience was probably a 30-minute ordeal and maybe 4-5 minutes were spent legitimately running.

No wonder I didn’t have warm fuzzy feelings towards the sport.

Yes, I called running a sport. We can debate that statement at a later time.

But times have changed. Now I willingly get up to run. And am sort of good at it (relative to my highschool days). Chicago is flat. The streets are straight. And have sidewalks. Crosswalks exist. Dogs are leashed. Acknowledgement of fellow runners is done so solely with a small wave/smile.

It’s a more productive and less dramatic experience. Maybe even tranquil when done so in the early morning hours.

Except for when running into random doors. That hurts.

This morning there were no doors. Just me doing my thing in the *almost* perfect weather. For 4.2 miles.

Glorious.

The only bad thing? There are a lot of coffee shops and bakeries. I’m not one to often crave donuts or bagels, but when you’re a couple of miles in and haven’t had breakfast yet? It’s rough. (#firstworldproblem)

And sometimes, just sometimes, I wonder if it would be fun again to run like the dogs were chasing you. Like Phoebe did on “Friends”. You know the one.

Run safe, everyone.

Laters!

Hump Day Randoms

Because my brain is fried today…

1. Early morning workouts haven’t been as awesomely satisfying this week as they have in recent others. Not sure what the deal is, but my snooze button has been getting a little more attention than usual. Which is dangerous.

Maybe my problem is I don’t have a proper wake up call.(Source)

I really need to find a dude who’s willing to do this. So far, the only applicants for the position have driven me slightly crazy or completely weirded me out. Thank you for your consideration, however we are continuing to pursue candidates better qualified for the position at this time.

2. It’s that time of year again. You know what I’m talking about.

That time for the ice cream truck to roam our neighborhood.

*Shudders*

As a kid who grew up on a farm in a 300-person town, I never got to experience this phenomenon except for when we’d go to Kansas City to vist family. It was exciting and fun! Now? I cannot help but be disturbed by the creepy sounding jingle of a truck that calls for children to run towards and willingly follow in hopes of treats. Disturbing.

It also, for one reason or another, reminds me of the Stephen King movie, It. I hear the music. I think of clowns. I freak out. My roommate, on the other hand, could not have jumped out of her seat faster to run to the window and look for the ice cream man. I may have to keep a watchful eye on her through the summer. If she’s killed by a serial-killing clown in a street drain, I won’t be able to afford rent.

3. This puzzle took FOREVER.I know, I know. I’ve talked about it way too much. But it really did consume our lives until about 6:15 yesterday evening when the final piece was put into place. I told you I was having nightmares about this thing, right?

Serves me right for thinking the more pieces the better.

I think our reward for completion should be a trip to the real Las Vegas.

Who wants to fund the cause?

4. Swimsuit shopping is a humbling experience. I would not recommend H&M suits if you need a confidence booster. The reason I tried them on at this particular store is because they’re so cheap. Why not? Quality really isn’t necessary. I just need something that will last a few trips to the beach for a few years and I’m perfectly satisfied.

However, it turns out H&M suits are so cheap because they use as little material as possible. To adequately cover my lady parts, I was getting 2-3 sizes up. And even then I was not comfortable by any means.

I am not prude. But I was tempting fate and possible arrests for indecency had I bought something.

You may say, “Well Amy, why not try something more conservative than a bikini if you’re all up in arms about it?”

Well, I’ll tell you why. Another reason I headed to H&M was because they had a super sexy one piece just calling my name. It looked as if it would cover all necessary areas and still be cute with a deep cut in the front and sides. Fabulous!

No. Being gifted with a long torso does not transfer well in this case. I gave myself a wedgie in the process of trying on said one piece.

Never again.

Pretty sure the swimsuits I already own will be acceptable for another year.

5. I’m still putting hot sauce in everything.

Did you know hot sauce makes tuna wraps better?

Now you do.

Notice the quesadilla maker in the background. I think it’s jealous because it hasn’t been used in a few days. Sadness.

Takeaways from this post?

- Ryan Gosling needs to marry me.
- Stephen King ruined my childhood innocence.
- What was I thinking?!?!
- Nude beaches don’t seem like such a bad idea, after all.
- I still put that s*&! on everything.

Excitable

Is it just me or has it been a slow work week? Let’s blame the rainy weather. Because, let’s face it, we can blame everything on the weather somehow or another. Think about it.

At least there are a few things I’ve got going on that keep me slightly upbeat. Which isn’t hard. I’m excitable over the littlest things:

1. The schedule of the rain. It’s been conveniently starting after my commute home and ending before my early morning walk to the gym. That means I’ve only noticed how much it’s helped me sleep through the night. I never have this kind of luck.

2. Our boss took staff (three of us) out for lunch this week as a form of Staff Appreciation Day from last week. Which means free lunch that doesn’t consist of salad or deli. As a girl of serious deli/salad routine during the work week, that’s a welcome change.

3. My plate at lunch being so big that I stuffed myself and still had plenty leftover for dinner.

Oh hellooooo blurry pic of semi-free food!

I did add a few more roasted veggies to the side of my salmon that were laying around for extra bulk. Then gave myself a pat on the back for being healthy and well-rounded. What? Do you not have roasted brussels sprouts just hanging around in the refrigerator at any given time?

That’s weird.

4. My morning workout motivation has not failed me yet. To be truthful, Tuesday was a little iffy (damn Tuesdays), but since my roommate swore up and down she would get up that day, I had no choice but to go. And didn’t regret it once I got there. Every other day? Jumping up with the alarm.

5. Colored skinny jeans. Considering how apprehensive I was about skinny jeans when they first came out, it’s hilarious I can’t stop buying them in every shade under the sun.

Ok fine, “every shade” is actually just two pair. On sale. At Target. Mint green and sky blue. They’re so bright and fun and give me the urge to do cartwheels.

Oh… that’s just me again? Crap.

6. God Bless “Candy Wednesday”.Because if there is anything from this list that will get me through the slow-moving week, that would be it.

Refer to #3 to discuss the importance of a “well-rounded” diet.

7. After being sad about not being able to track down the 50 Shades trilogy, a friend helped me out and let me borrow all three! With the help of my rest weekend, I’ve been able to almost finish all three of the poorly written yet addicting trashy romance novels. And my opinion is just that. Poorly written. But an addicting storyline. 

There’s a good chance this may be one of those rare cases where the movie that is supposedly in the works may actually be better than the book…

Anyhoo, that’s all I’ve got for you this Thursday morning. Let’s get to it!

Princess Kate

This post is brought to you by inspiration of a royal nature.(Source)

Oh Kate Middleton. You are fabulous. And I kind of want your life. Call me if you’re willing to discuss a swap for a week or weekend or day or minute… or whatever…

But anyway, it’s true. I sort of idolize her. She’s elegant. She has a classic sense of fashion. She gets to travel the world. She’s sporty. And, oh yeah, she’s a princess.

To be honest, I’d be satisfied with just 3 of the 5. Maybe even 2 of the 5…

I’m not picky.

But anyway, as a fan of hers, I feel it necessary to say “happy belated anniversary” to her and Will. Especially since I made a point of watching the nuptials last year.

It’s one of my favorite “Mon and Amy” stories. Because we got up and hit the gym at 4:00 in the morning to watch the ceremonies start and ended the day with champagne to watch all the post-wedding coverage we had already seen 3 times that day.

I mean, we were going to get up to watch anyway, might as well be doing something during, right?

This was still sort of in that period where I was getting used to the morning workout- attempting to make it at least 3 days a week and calling it a win.

Now, it’s a set habit. And I’m at the gym/running no less than 4 mornings out of the week (when I work 9-6 in the office- it’s always changing). Sometimes cursing happens while getting dressed (not very princess-like of me, I’m sure), but I get there.

It feels awesome to sleep in. But it feels so much better to have my workout done and out of the way. When I do get home after work, all I have to do is take off my jacket and throw myself back into the dent in my couch for the evening.

Keeping that in mind, I did a pretty standard 22 minutes on the stairmill (to achieve that Middleton booty) before retreating to the elliptical for another 16 (why not 15? who knows- I like weird numbers) and finally to the weight room to mess around with free weights and that weird hip adduction machine I’ve started to like so much.

There’s no doubt that morning workouts are much more productive for me than evenings ones. Especially in intensity.

Which is a good thing. If I want to get in princess shape, this will surely help.

Please excuse me… now that I have that crossed off the list, I must track down a stylist to help me on my quest to become the next Kate Middleton.

Toodles!

Weird and Boring Places

That’s where this post is going. You’ve been warned.

You know what people say about if you spend enough time around someone, they’ll start rubbing off on you?

It’s true.

Because it’s happening. To my friends. I fear for them.

Some things are innocent enough. Mon, during her hospital stay this week, found it a good idea to snap a pic of her balanced breakfast for me to see. This was the day I had White Castle for breakfast, so I felt a bit shameful on that front.

My friend Annie texted to let me know she was the girl with the stinky lunch yesterday and it made her think of me.

I’m glad we’ve made that association.

Then there’s my roommate, Bailey. She’s still going strong with joining me on occasion in my morning adventures to the gym. She said it’s inspirational to see all the people there at 5:30 in the morning because of the dedication it displays.

I like that she thinks that. Personally, I would have called it “crazy obsession”, but dedication is a much nicer word.

Either way, we both go and do our thing for an little less than an hour or so and come out feeling much better about the start of our days. This morning I chose to pull out the elliptical/stairmill combo. Last night was spent doing the pyramid push up challenge and ab work, so the concentration on the legs was more than appreciated. Sore is a good word to describe the rest of my limbs.

Which is fine. I’m trying to get in all the activity I can before heading back to Missouri for the holidays.

Baking is to be done. Turkey is to be consumed. Relaxing is to be priority.

That’s my justification for kicking it up a notch or two for the next week.

That and all this cardio is surely to help with endurance over the weekend as I stand in line to finish my shopping. Yeah. I’m still not done.

Procrastination. It’s a killer.

With that, I’ll leave you to enjoy your Friday! It’s my last  one to work of the REST OF THE YEAR!

Too bad there’s not much excitement to be had. Really, the only thing that’s getting my heart racing today is wondering if my phone will make it through the day or not. Turns out my car charger no longer works and the battery strength is red. No bueno. Especially since I’m not getting home until later. And especially since my Blackberry is ancient and the only chargers people have at work are for the newer version. Lame.

Looks like I won’t be receiving any booty calls tonight.

Just kidding.

Mostly because I wouldn’t be receiving them anyway. The phone is just the final nail in the coffin to confirm it.

Wow, this post really took a turn for the worse, didn’t it?

I’m just gonna go ahead and cut myself off now. Enjoy your weekend!

PS- Remember to enter my White Castle Giveaway! And for those of you who aren’t close to one? Hey- you still get a sweet t-shirt, right?