"i shaved the bottom half of my legs today" and other things you wish you never knew.

sometimes i only have the time or energy to shave half of my leg. 

tops or bottoms.

very rarely, if ever, do i choose to tackle both in one shower.

sometimes shaving is just too damn hard.

i'm not one for cussing in conversation,

but i've begun to notice a soft spot growing in my heart

for mild swearing in writing.

there are few things better than a well placed damn.

as contradictory as it sounds, i find it classy.

i live for jude's morning naps.

i make the bed. i shower. i start a load of laundry.

i have all these grand ideas 

but usually end up spending that precious time after my shower 

stalking social media.

at least i'm clean.

as addicted as i am,

i can't help but hate instagram for playing a role

in my lack of blogging. 

i told myself i wouldn't let it change me.

it has. 

it totally has.

cory and i have grand plans for a few raised gardens in our backyard.

peas and onions and carrots and blackberries.

maybe even some lettuce and tomatoes.

summer already tastes delicious.

i've had the same shellac on my nails for three weeks now.

it's a million times worse than when i left my acrylics on for too long.

lucky for me i never leave the house so no one ever sees my nails.

that's a lie. i do leave the house.

two sunday's ago we went to a farewell

and i had an anxiety attack when i wasn't holding jude.

GERMS ARE EVERYWHERE AND THEY ARE OUT FOR HER.

eh.

maybe it's a good thing i don't blog anymore.