The Best & The Worst: Halloween Through The Years

Thursday, October 31, 2013

Happy Halloween, everyone! Today I've teamed up with the one and only Kaylin from Stay Blonde Ski Local to bring you all a fun little recap of our favorite (and not so favorite) Halloween memories and costumes from over the years. Kaylin is a hoot and a half and all her answers are hysterical (just like her blog.)

1. What have been your top 3 Halloween costumes:

Taylor-
Easy. 1. Ladybug 2. Olive from Little Miss Sunshine. 3. Pregnant Britney Spears.


Kaylin-
Goodness there are so many good ones to choose from, most were from my youth, because let's all be honest no costume in college is really worth mentioning.  Especially when you're in a sorority and Halloween is pretty much every weekend.

My favorite, and go to was home sewn pumpkin outfit was stuffed with crumbled bits of news paper and had a hat that tied under the chin.  I wore it in pre-school when it sagged past my knees, and again my junior year of High School when it came to my waist.  Let's just say we got our money's worth.

My second favorite would be the T Birds, with custom hand crafted spray painted T-shirts that I made.  I completed the outfit with a fake cigarette made of rolled paper, because I didn't want to keep a real one behind my ear. It's the purist in me.



Third is probably when I was a butterfly. Something about having wings makes you feel so magical.  Perhaps I felt a small moment of what tink feels all the time. Also I got to wear four inch power purple heels, and I didn't look out of place. Clearly I'm the big winner here.


2. Now what your worst Halloween costumes:

Taylor- Anything and everything I wore for Halloween in college. Most specifically this hippy costume. Put some clothes on gross little college girl, you look ratchet. (Just for the record that is my first time every using that word and I'm kinda excited about it. Did I use it correctly?)


Kaylin-
The worst costumes included a terrible Britney Spears circa 2001 costume. Think Hit Me Baby One More Time costume gone wrong in all sorts of ways, and me as a college freshman. No pictures necessary.  The real worst was when I dressed up as a drawer liner, and gave myself a full body wax when removing the costume. If only I was joking.

But really this might really be it, a 'ruler'. Who buys a men's extra large plain Tee, sews it into a dress, and then makes it into a ruler. This girl.  Seriously so embarrassing.  And probably the most stereotypical college sorority girl with frat boy picture ever.


3. Best Halloween night and why:

Taylor-
The crazy bender I went on back in the early 90s known as Kindergarten Halloween. I was a mouse and was on straight sugar high for probably seven days. The party started in the a.m. at school and didn't end until long after dusk after I'd hit up all of the rich neighborhoods, just jonesing to get my hands on some of those King Size candy bars- the Butterfingers and Reeses were my drug of choice back then. God those were good times.



Kaylin-
I was in Northfield, MN visiting my friend form High School, who went to Carleton. She forgot to mention that October in MN is colder than any winter day in CA, and I froze my little butt off as a Indian. I also took a hour long cab ride by myself with a creepy old man cab driver while hung over, and discovering the newly downloaded piano app on my iPhone. Clearly there are parts of that night that I don't remember.

4. Naturally we have to talk about the worst night now:

Taylor-
This would have to be the Halloween of 2009 when I was infected with the good ol Swine Flu, also known as H1N1. I'd had the flu for roughly two weeks before I finally decided to go to the doctor a couple of days before Halloween to figure out if it was normal or not to feel as if you've been slowly dying for the past fourteen days. As it turns out, it's not. On the bright side I lost a lot of weight and looked killer in my Halloween costume that year! Because yeah, I still went out obviously.

Kaylin-

The worst was probably fourth grade when I decided I wanted to be a bowling ball.   I, along with the help of my Mom, cut two large pieces of cardboard into circles, connected them with duck tape and painted them black with the three finger holes on the front side.  It rained that night and the paint ran. By the end of the night I was wearing two gray soggy pieces of cardboard, that I eventually had to ditch only to reveal my 115 pound 4 foot 2 frame fourth grade frame in all black spandex. It was awesome.

5. How will you be celebrating this evening?

Taylor- Ditto to everything Kaylin says below. Although I might get a little adventurous and take Harlow for a spin around the neighborhood in his jockey costume. We shall see...



Kaylin-
I'll be sitting on my couch probably watching the shows that I missed on Wednesday, and answering the door for the neighbor kids, though we usually don't have too many.  At some point I'll have to dress up again, when I'm a Mom and everything, but that's still years out, so until then I'm enjoying the tranquility of it all.  Clearly I did way too much costuming in college.


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Someday I Will...

Wednesday, October 30, 2013


Someday I will be better at time management. I planned on writing this post Tuesday evening. It's currently 1:30 a.m. on Wednesday morning.

Anyway....

Someday I will put all of the self help books I've read, and all of the motivational quotes I've found on Pinterest to good use and actually do something I can look back on and feel really really proud of. Something big...

Someday I will have a house where Chris and I are able to have his and hers bathrooms. And my God will this be an amazing day. 

Someday I will make a full time living doing exactly what I love. And if I can afford his and hers bathrooms that means I'm doing pretty damn well at it.

Someday I will stop picking my nails and cuticles.  I'm going to have beautiful nail beds like a normal girl should have and not nails that look like they've been chewed on by a pack of wild dogs.

Someday I will figure out how a certain blogger who's name rhymes with Scmara Scmoren always has the most perfectly styled hair ever. Same goes for this blogger, as well. Or was I just the only unfortunate blogger who inherited the static yet always flat 'do?

Speaking of hair, someday I will bring crimping back. And that someday might just be tomorrow. 

Someday I will start The Harlow Foundation. And I'm going to save a lot of animals and put a stop to dogfighting. 

Someday I will learn how to put on makeup like a real adult. I don't know how I missed the makeup tutorial growing up, but I did. The amount of bronzer I put on is almost equal to the amount of bronzer I immediately have to wipe off with kleenex right after.

Someday I will learn that the zipper on my jeans always needs to be pulled back up after it's been pulled down. Just last night I walked two blocks, got on the bus, passed numerous people on the bus, rode for ten minutes, got off the bus, passed more people, and walked into class at iO before I realized my zipper was down as far as the eye could see.

Someday I will just stop setting my alarm for 5:30 a.m. and accept the fact I'm not, and never will be, a morning workout kind of person. I mean it's been twenty-six years now. It's time to give it a rest already.

Someday I will go out for drinks with Jennifer Lawrence. And I suppose she can bring Bradley if she really wants to...

Someday I will come to terms with the fact that Jesse & The Rippers will never create more musical magic like Forever, and instead I should just feel happy they released that one song at all.

Someday I will go back to Paris... And I will sit in cafes all day and drink lattes and write books and pretend that this is how I've always lived my life.

Someday I will figure out who the parents are of the overly-sexual teenagers on Instagram's main page and ask them where in the hell they have been for the past year? Stop letting your thirteen-year-olds photograph themselves biting their lips in the bathroom mirror. It's creepy as hell and it ruins my Instagram fun. 

Someday I will own a white Range Rover. I know it's obnoxious, but I can't help myself it. I just need to own one for like six months and get it out of my system. 

Someday I will have two Viszlas. Maybe three. Hell, why not four?

Someday I will do exactly what I was put on this earth to do. I'm not 100% sure what that is yet, but I think I'm getting closer. 

And someday I will learn how to make a button with a grab box, in the meantime I'm thankful for people like Helene who created the one below.

What will you do someday? Link up below and let me know!

The Daily Tay


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Happy Halloween!

Tuesday, October 29, 2013

1. What have been your top 3 Halloween costumes:
Goodness there are so many good ones to choose from, most were from my youth, because let's all be honest no costume in college is really worth mentioning.  Especially when your in a sorority and Halloween is pretty much every weekend.

My favorite, and go to was home sewn pumpkin outfit was stuffed with crumbled bits of news paper and had a hat that tied under the chin.  I wore it in pre-school when it sagged past my knees, and again my junior year of High School when it came to my waist.  Let's just say we got our money's worth.

My second favorite would be the T Birds, with custom hand crafted spray painted T-shirts that I made.  I completed the outfit with a fake cigarette made of rolled paper, because I didn't want to keep a real one behind my ear. It's the purist in me.

Third is probably when I was a butterfly. Something about having wings makes you feel so magical.  Perhaps I felt a small moment of what tink feels all the time. Also I got to wear four inch power purple heels, and I didn't look out of place. Clearly I'm the big winner here.
2. Now what your worst Halloween costumes:
The worst costumes included a terrible Britney Spears circa 2001 costume. Think Hit Me Baby One More Time costume gone wrong in all sorts of ways, and me as a college freshman. No pictures necessary.  The real worst was when I dressed up as a drawer liner, and gave myself a full body wax when removing the costume. If only I was joking.

But really this might really be it, a 'ruler'. Who buys a men's extra large plain Tee, sews it into a dress, and then makes it into a ruler. This girl.  Seriously so embarrassing.  And probably the most stereotypical college sorority girl with frat boy picture ever.
3. Best Halloween night and why:
I was in Northfield, MN visiting my friend form High School, who went to Carleton. She forgot to mention that October in MN is colder than any winter day in CA, and I froze my little butt off as a Indian. I also took a hour long cab ride by myself with a creepy old man cab driver while hung over, and discovering the newly downloaded piano app on my iPhone. Clearly there are parts of that night that I don't remember.

4. Naturally we have to talk about the worst night now:
The worst was probably fourth grade when I decided I wanted to be a bowling ball.   I, along with the help of my Mom, cut two large pieces of cardboard into circles, connected them with duck tape and painted them black with the three finger holes on the front side.  It rained that night and the paint ran. By the end of the night I was wearing two gray soggy pieces of cardboard, that I eventually had to ditch only to reveal my 115 pound 4 foot 2 frame fourth grade frame in all black spandex. It was awesome.

5. How will you be celebrating this evening?
I'll be sitting on my couch probably watching the shows that I missed on Wednesday, and answering the door for the neighbor kids, though we usually don't have too many.  At some point I'll have to dress up again, when I'm a Mom and everything, but that's still years out, so until then I'm enjoying the tranquility of it all.  Clearly I did way too much costuming in college.  photo signature-23.png

All Things Bloggy

Sweater can be found here at Roe Boulevard. And it's the comfiest damn thing ever.



And just like that I think I might have crossed a new line in the blogging world. I am no longer just an iphone photographer, I own a real camera now. A camera with a lens cover and everything- something as you can see above that might take some getting used to... Bye bye blurry photos, things are about to get real around here! *Except for the times I still just have my iphone on me and will have to resort to iphotos, which let's face, will be pretty often. And for the sake of today's post I had to use an iphone, how else would I get a photo of me taking a photo? I mean it just had to be done.

Chris surprised me with this little beauty for our 6th year (dating) anniversary- we're not old enough to get married yet guys, c'mon! We're barely twenty-six! But anyway, I was more than tickled to get this camera because I was just under the impression he was going to get me something I've been asking for like a new candle or new bath towels- and I would have been more than happy with either. I certainly didn't expect such a fancy new camera that I can actually wear around my neck like a necklace! If you see me around Chicago soon, you better believe I will proudly be wearing my new accessory.

And In honor of me becoming a real blogger with a real camera, I'm giving away three Medium Ad Spots and a Saturday Takeover Spot.  I'm going to keep this real simple, just leave a comment below letting me know which way you follow- whether it's via Google Friend Connect (the blue button on the right that says "join this site") Instagram @taylorgracewolfe, Bloglovin, Facebook, or Twitter. You know the drill, one follow=one entry, five follows= five entries. Do whatever you please, and don't be shy to follow any new ways if you'd like of course!

And... because I'm really feeling like Jenny Blogger I decided the topic that I'm going to post about tomorrow might be a fun link-up if any of you are in the mood to join (or if you're feeling like me this week and seem to be low on post ideas.) Someday I will... host a link up. And that day is tomorrow. Someday I will be the type of girl who gets up early in the morning to run, and that day probably isn't tomorrow. So you should come back tomorrow and join, it'll be a blast.


Sorry to be so short today, but now I need to go make my contestant video for a reality show I'm auditioning for. I wish I could say I'm joking, but this is my life now. It's literally turned into a clown show. Just roll with it, I know I am.


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10 Things My Mom Has Taught Me

Monday, October 28, 2013

In honor of my mom's birthday today, I present to you ten (of the many) things she's taught me over the years:




1. If something is on sale you're basically saving money by purchasing it. Most specifically when it comes to hand bags, shoes, completely unnecessary jackets, and anything and everything from Von Maur.

2. There's no such thing as over-decorating your house for a holiday.

3. If you don't have the appropriate patterned paper towels, you might as well not have any paper towels at all. There is absolutely no shame in standing in the paper towel aisle at the store for a good twenty minutes trying to figure out which theme of paper towels is best for the occasion.

4. Hoarding schmoarding, that's what basements are for.

(My mom is the little gal rocking the Justin Bieber 'do in the middle.)

5. The best time to get any big task done that you've been putting off is the night before leaving for a vacation. This can include but is not limited to cleaning the laundry room, re-grouting a bathroom, and painting a bedroom. It just makes life a little more exciting is all.

6. Never leave the house without painted toe nails. What if you get in a car accident and God forbid your shoes come off and you have (gasp!) naked toe nails?!

7. When cooking for guests, never buy low-fat anything (especially when it comes to cream cheese!) I don't know why this one has stuck with me, but it has.

8. Never get rid of any article of clothing, you never know when you might want to wear one of your sequin, splatter paint, neon Jazzercise thong leotards again.



9. The diet starts tomorrow. In the meantime, bring on the wine and cheese.

10. Life is supposed to be fun. Do what you love and do it well. I blame my mom for so much of the dreamer syndrome I suffer from. She installed a very false sense of confidence in me from a young age that I haven't been able to get rid of.

So happy birthday, mom! Wish I could be home to celebrate with you but we both know we'll celebrate all week long in Cabo in just a few weeks!





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Bye Bye Liver

Sunday, October 27, 2013


Some people make collages of their outfits over the weekend, I make collages of my food. Whatever, we've all got our passions. I made a good run at eating healthy last week, I really did. I lasted until about Thursday, but then the weekend came and all hell broke loose as usual. It started Friday evening at Barn & Company with amazing shredded pork nachos and a pulled pork sandwich, as you can see above. I love this place and it breaks my heart we don't live a block away like we used to. I feel like you can tell a lot about a restaurant by if the chef comes out to say hello to the customers, and low and behold almost every time we go to Barn, Chef Gary stops by our table to make sure the food is good. (I think that's his name, anyway. ) But of course the food is always beyond delicious.

Saturday morning started out innocently enough at the Division Ale House in Wicker Park to watch the Husker game. But bottomless Blood Marys and mimosas never seems to end well. This time was no different.


We got to the bar around 10:45 a.m. and by 1:30 p.m. Chris and I were taking selfies like this. And nobody wants to see this.


We should have called it a day at 2:00 p.m. and spent the rest of the afternoon on the couch, but instead we purchased more beverages and chose to move the party from the bar to our house until we left again at 7:00 p.m. to catch a show up North (ironically) called Bye Bye Liver. After the show I was quite tired and more than ready to end the day of excessive drinking because it had just got to be a little much. This girl isn't twenty-one anymore and that's a-okay with me.

So we had the taxi man drive us through McDonalds on the way home, Chris ordered four cheeseburgers and I ordered twenty chicken nuggets (our typical Saturday evening order) and we were both quite excited to get home and watch a little SNL and lay on the couch with our McD's. But then we realized we were locked out. You want a sure way to ruin a night? Forget your keys.

And even though I could see Harlow through the window, and he could see me, he didn't understand my actions enough to unlock the door. But by God you can't say I didn't try. I'm certain the only thing that stood in our way between Harlow figuring out how to unlock the door and let us inside was his lack of thumbs, because it definitely wasn't his spirit. I could tell the poor thing wanted to help us but he just didn't know where to start.

Since we couldn't get in and our landlords weren't home, we proceeded to do what any other couple would do in such a situation- we ate our McDonalds while arguing with each other as to who's fault it was. And I must say, it's kinda hard to have a serious conversation/argument while your adult male neighbors are next door smoking cigarettes on their stoop dressed like all of the Disney Princesses (because of Halloween... I think.)

At one point Chris just got up and walked away. I must have been so knee deep in my chicken nuggys because I didn't even notice, but when I did, you better believe I ran down the street over dramatically yelling "Chris! Chris! Chris" like I was Marlon Brando yelling "Stella!" in a Street Car Named Desire. One might have thought he was leaving me to go to war the way I ran after him so erratically. Luckily, I caught him. And then five minutes later our landlords came home and let us in.

To make up for the traumatic evening we put Harlow through the night before, we spoiled him and took him out to the greatest dog park in Illinois. It's just acres and acres of open land with lakes and paths and every thing in the world a dog could dream of. And in case you don't believe me about how great this place is I took about fifty photos to prove it.





(Harlow is not wearing dark socks like it appears, he is actually covered in mud at this point and loving every second of it.)









It was a wonderful afternoon. We treated ourselves to Portillos on the way home, see above photos #5 and #6 to understand the goodness that is Portillos. Italian beef and crinkle cut fries, yes please!

Who's ready to take on Monday? Better yet, who's ready to take on November? I am! Holiday season here we come!

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We Took the Road Less Traveled

Saturday, October 26, 2013

Today's featured blogger taking over my site is Casey from We Took the Road Less Traveled.

Casey may have taken the road less traveled living abroad with her husband like she is, but it is a wonderful road indeed that should inspire all of us do something a little more courageous in our own lives. If ever there was a blog full of amazing photography and great posts that gives me the travel bug, it is Casey's. If you're in the mood to "get away" this weekend I definitely recommend checking this blog out!


1. Tell me about life abroad.

Well, it's pretty darn amazing. The traveling, the food, new cultures, learning how to speak German (ok, not that one)…all of it has been a total dream. My husband D and I moved to Germany in the summer of 2011 by orders from the good 'ol Air Force and have spent the last 2.5 years jaunting around Europe like it was our jobs. We've done crazy things like ride donkeys in Santorini, figure out how to use our strange German toilet, sipped champagne atop the Eiffel Tower, have weird conversations with Germans, and partied our brains out at Oktoberfest. If you had told me I'd be living this life 4 years ago, I would have laughed square in your face. It's been the single most rewarding experience of my life and has change me in so many different ways. I'm all kinds of sad it will all come to and end next summer. Germany, I can't quit you!

2. What do you miss most about America?

The sweet thing to say would be my family, friends, and my adorable weenie dog, Tuck…but that's already a given. What I really miss is Target. I have dreams about roaming the aisles of Target. And going to eat spicy chicken sandwiches at Chick-Fil-A. And parking in parking lots with ample space (Germany has a serious lacking of parking lots and large parking spaces…it's like playing car Tetris here.) I also miss being able to walk down the street without being stared at. Germans are notorious for their unabashed staring. I'm constantly checking to see if I've missed a belt loop or have chocolate on my face. Seriously unnerving.



3. Tell me more about your holiday gift guide?

This is the second year I've hosted a Handmade Holiday Gift Guide on the blog and I'm hoping, wishing, and praying it will be even better than last year's! Basically, it's my way of sharing and supporting all the fabulous handmade shops out there. I am constantly buying awesome jewelry, prints, and knits from various shops on Etsy and Storenvy, so I thought, why not showcase tons of them on the blog in the form of a holiday gift guide! This way, shops can show off their best swag and my readers can get their Christmas shopping on. Win-win for everyone! Look out for the guide to go live on the blog the week of November 11th! They'll be lots of discount codes, too! Spread the word, won't you?

4. Where do you see yourself in five years?

What a loaded question, Taylor!! Gahhh. So, if I had it my way, 5 years from now I'd still be married to my hot husband, we'd have a seriously adorable kid (preferably a girl…duh), and I'd have a mega huge blog. 2 out of 3 seem doable, right? I'd also love to still be traveling my heart out. The wanderlust bug has bit me hard and I don't want that part of me to ever go away. And if we're being totally honest, I'd also love to own our own home. Military life isn't always conducive to that, but hey, a girl can dream!


5. Any advice for bloggers just starting out?

March to the beat of your own drum. When I started out, I was trying to be and do everything I thought I was "supposed" to do in order to have a successful blog. Truth is, there is no right or wrong way to do this blogging thing, and don't let other bloggers tell you otherwise. Write what makes you happy, find your voice, and thoughtfully interact with the blogging community. Authenticity is what keeps readers engaged and coming back for more. And get on board with all kinds of social media platforms (especially Twitter and Instagram). They're pretty important for spreading the word about your space and networking with fellow bloggers. Also, once you get your blogger bearings, advertise with Tay. She's kind of the shiz.


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A Week In Review

Friday, October 25, 2013

My mom said my post yesterday was way too "womp, womp, womp," which really kinda pissed me off because I told her my life isn't always a clown show and I write how I feel at the moment. But I know what she was really trying to say was she wanted to hear more about Lexie, which of course upset me even more because that means my own mom would rather hear about fake-me more than real-me. Do you know what kind of confidence blow that is?

Well sorry guys, it's all me today. And we've got a lot to recap so let's just jump right in.

First and foremost how about that royal christening?


If that's not the look of a baby ready to rule I don't know what is. He might as well be holding two little flags in those little chubby little hands of his. Or better yet, two little swords. I was actually giving this some thought and it made me start to wonder what goes into a royal christening? Does Jesus Christ Himself actually show up? If so, does He get nervous to spray the babe with holy water? Or does he get kinda excited for it? Does the family celebrate in a church basement afterward with stale coffee and donut-holes? Or do they keep it classy and head back to the palace for bloodys and mimosas like my family did for baby Knox's baptism?

This is my "I'm not hungover, I promise," smile. Chris is digging into the egg casserole, not even attempting to pretend he's not hungover.


I struggle to bring up this next topic simply because I don't like going from talking about Jesus Christ to talking about Satan, but I guess it has to mentioned. I'm obviously talking about Kanye popping the question to Kim.


Of course Kim would plan this engagement the week of baby George's christening. First Kate got pregnant, so Kim had to get pregnant. Then Kate had a party for George in which Christ was invited to, so the only thing Kim could think to do to top that was get engaged (you know on account of the fact the son of the devil can't technically get baptized.) Enough, Kim. You're not Kate! And would you look at that ring? It's rumored it cost 4-5 million dollars. When I think about all of the starving babies and starving dogs in the world, that ring makes me absolutely sick. I understand that Kanye works hard for his money so he should be able to do with it what he wants (if we want to call making music "hard") but still. STILL.  I shouldn't have brought this family up, they just get my blood boiling as you can tell. But honestly, who am I to judge? After all, Kim's just living the American dream. I hope more little girls follow in her foot steps of getting famous for making porn, followed by a second marriage that lasts for a mere 72 days,  and then a pregnancy while still technically married to husband #2, only before getting engaged to fiance #3. If she doesn't deserve a five million dollar diamond, who does?

Speaking of little girls, I don't mean to sound like a crime obsessed fanatic, but when it comes to the JonBenet Ramsey case, I am a crime obsessed fanatic. And today for some reason, new files about the case that have never been open to the public are finally being released.


Looking back, it's kinda weird to me that as an eight-year-old I was so obsessed with this case. But perhaps what is even weirder, is that my mom allowed my eighty-five-year-old great grandmother Grace to funnel my obsession by feeding me piles of JonBenet tabloids every time I went to her house. The Enquirer might not have been the most reliable news source for me to have been reading. However I still think their theory that the real JonBenet was actually abducted by aliens and/or the lady who got enough plastic surgery to make her face look like an actual cat still stands on pretty solid ground.

I'm sad to even mention this next topic, but unfortunately doping in the racing world is more prevalent than ever amongst athletes. When will these athletic stars realize they have to stop with the drugs already because they are role models for so many young children? I'm clearly talking about the six Belgian racing pigeons who tested positive for cocaine before one of Belgian's biggest pigeon races.


It was questioned if the levels of cocaine found in Bolt, the fastest pigeon of the group, were accurate or not. However all questions were answered when Bolt was found at a night club in the wee hours of the morning dancing in only a neon crop top and white fringe boots, to Miley's "We Can't Stop" and refusing to go home.

And finally, we have my very favorite app being scrutinized with the recent announcement that Instagram will now be posting advertisements on our feed.

(That's my Instagram face @taylorgracewolfe)

As expected, people are pissed off about the ads. And to those pissed off people I say, feel free to go right on ahead and make your own free photo sharing app then. No one is forcing you to post your food/dog/nailpolish photos on Instagram. Just for the record I do think the ads suck, obviously. But I'm not going to be a toddler about it and throw a huge fit. I've got other things to throw fits about, thank you.

But finally, I think we all know who's really had the best week. She's the jet-setting girl making us all feel bad about our own boring lives. My catfish- Lexie.


 I should have known better than to post a photo of myself online in weird cut-off jean shorts. This has "I look like a small town girl who wouldn't mind if you post my photos on a fake Facebook account" written all over it.

And that's all I've got. I hope you all have a wonderful weekend!

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