Off.

Today's been sort of an off day. Who knows why. Probably because I'm wearing stripes and short girls like myself should never wear stripes. The thing is I know this. But sometimes I can't resist. I love stripes. I really do. 

When I prayed for fall, I meant for it to come gradually, but instead I woke up to snow on my mountains. It's 38 degrees right now. (Last weekend it was 85 degrees.) I think that fast of a drop is about to do my body in. Oh, the months and months ahead.

Lucky I am to have a husband who rolls his sleeves up on these sort of days. He's listening to Band Perry in the kitchen, making tacos and I'm planted on the couch for the rest of the night. The 'give and take' is so nice, isn't it? I love my jlk.

PS - The bright side of cooler weather? Finally being able to wear my new rainboots! Turns out bright yellow is pretty much awesome, don't you think?      

Crush.

I must admit, I've had quite the crush on Mike Wolfe since I first saw American Pickers last year. He's tall, super funny and looks so cute in his dusty jeans and worn vintage jackets. He seems like such a cool guy and by the stuff he ends up pulling out of barns and garages, we'd probably just end up being best friends. Oh the adventures we could have! I guess he's old enough that he could be my dad, but twenty years difference in age doesn't matter, right?

  

Other folks that have a place in my heart:

Evangeline Lily (My new girl crush! She is so pretty!), Andy Samberg, Matt Lauer, Gregory Peck and President Dieter Uchtdorf (so handsome!)

Xo.

{picture via Antique Archaeology}

Thursday.

Today I:
folded clothes,
actually made the beds,
am wearing my first pair of skinny jeans for the first time. (Hot damn.),
and already put dinner in to cook and it's only 1:00pm!


I'm planning on:
vacuuming
dusting
scrubbing tiny fingerprints off every window in my house, only to have them reappear in a matter of hours.

Also, God willing, I'm going to squeeze in a nap.

Is it Friday yet?  This impossible week, I swear.


Good day!

PS -
Morg told Jared to 'be a good boy' as he walked out the door to go to work this morning. The boy makes us laugh. 

About nothing.

Yesterday, we took a day trip to the lake where we spent the afternoon with little cousins and all my girls. Our bellies are either growing with babies inside, or have just housed some. We're older, older. Our families have grown.

On the way home I told Jared two's good for now. And I meant it. My hands seem full. The good kind of full that makes you sigh and smile. As we drove the backroads home, I leaned my head on his shoulder, brushed his whiskers and daydreamed about a few years down the road. And it was good. I want a lake house and boat. I think he'll do his best to make it happen. Someday.

Today's like monday. Dishes and wash. No nap. And a home-from-work late husband.

What's for dinner, you ask?

Chips. 

PS - I've been waiting 45 days to wear this shirt! September, you feel good.

Xo.