Sometimes a bunch of wrongs can equal a right. This dress is not bra-friendly (hence the t-shirt), has an empire (read: prego-inquiring) waistline, and I haven't exactly embraced the midi-length trend yet. It's wrong, all wrong. And yet, none of that matters. I really, really love this outfit.
How cute is my pet alien baby? Gosh, I love him.
Earlier this week, my media-addicted husband had this crazy idea that we wouldn't watch TV this summer. The only exception being over our lunch hour and Thursday nights when we have friends over to watch Survivor and Star Trek reruns. Currently, we're cruising through the first Survivor: All Stars season. The one where Boston Rob and Amber hook up and Amber wins the million dollars. I have a little thing for Boston. He's hot in a mobster sort of way.
So anyway...no TV. Lovin' it so far. Saving me a lot of frustration since I can't turn the damn thing on half the time. Apparently, the universal remote requires a special touch that I do not possess. This anti-TV plan may also preserve our marriage, being that the remote is what we've been "discussing" recently. Worthless piece of junk. The remote, not my husband. I love Steve. And his ability to successfully turn the TV on. Sexy.
I will be reading, blogging, dog-walking and attempting to keep my closet clean with my new and improved spare time. It's going to be great. Though I'm pretty sure the closet thing is impossible.
Hey. I'm givin' stuff away here and here. In case you didn't know.