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Dear Atlanta...You conscious-uncoupled with the sun gwyneth-paltrow-style. I'm going to need you to make up. I can only handle so much drizzle. We're all turning into Eeyore's down here! Dear Kids Cuisine...I thought they no longer made you however I spotted you in the store the other day. You were the best, except for how the corn would always pop out of it's container and defile your brownie. Dear Girl at the gym with the giant knockers...While I truly can appreciate a big perky set, I would really appreciate it if you would not de-robe right next to the locker room door. Twice this week I've been startled by your bouncing bosom greeting. Dear Maroon 5...I don't know where I've been all these years but I'm recently loving all your songs. Loving can be interpreted as listening to the same song over and over again until I suddenly hate it. Dear My Blonde Hair...You are the devil. While you were fun, you totally destroyed my hair. It won't stop breaking and I swear if one more person asks me if I cut my hair I'm going to have a big sloppy emotional meltdown right then and there. #firstworldproblems Anyone have some amazing anti-breakage products or tips?
I am headed out of town for a special reason which I can't wait to share more about.
What are you up to this weekend?!