I sit here and twiddle my thumbs.
I really wanted to do a recap of all the nifty little snippets I’ll be wearing, but I wanted to take new pics. However, my severe lack of being able to ACTUALLY take a good self-pic severely hindered that. Bah!
Though, I guess this is a good thing. It means I don’t have much to stress about … right?
74 days. If you’re counting.
Champagne … Tuesday?
Champagne Tuesday, with veil. I must figure out how to tame this thing.
Also? I’m drinking Champers whilst sitting on an exercise ball. It cancels out, right?