Shannon and I at Notre Dame 8 years ago. Fun Fact - I've never been to a Notre Dame game that wasn't pouring rain or pouring snow. #tradition?
Dear Clemson (vomit)....Shannon and I are coming for you this weekend. And by that I mean we will be rolling in blasting the Notre Dame fight song and donned in blue and gold. Dear Clemson Weather...In true Clemson fashion, you suck and are forecasting a bazillion gallons of rain and wintry winds for Saturday. My pre-planned outfit is a tank top, not a poncho. I'm going to need you to pull it together. I'm not one of those girls who can pull off wet hair.
Dear Iced Coffee....As soon as I walked into work I spilled all 16 ounces of you all over myself and my desk. Not really the wake up effect I was hoping you'd give me. Dear The Gym Boy....You've disappeared and my gym world is a little sadder these days. It's also going to be a lot more impossible for us to fall in love if you're not there. #youthinkimkidding #gloriaclearystyle Dear the 10th Day of rain...the TENTH. Do you know how many days it's been since I've had a good hair day. TEN. Are you picking up what I'm laying down here?
Dear Woman in the Elevator that bonded with me over bold eyebrows....I legit wish our elevator ride was longer than 25 floors. I feel like we had lots more to discuss about the awesomeness of a thick brow.