I may or may not have slept in the dress I wore out to happy hour last night. Go ahead and judge me because I'm judging myself right along with you. Fireball.. gets me every single time.
Yesterday I fully intended to write a post but that was before the adventure of going blonde took 4 hours. 3 hours of which my hair was bright orange.
I was late to my hair appointment because of "car trouble" which is what I told the receptionist. Said car trouble was the fact that when I walked outside to get into my car, my car was nowhere to be found. A little back tracking and I remembered that my car was still at the bar.. from Saturday. Go right on ahead and judge me on that one too.
Back to the hair appointment. I sat in a chair with bright orange hair for 4 hours but it somehow ended up okay. I'm the blondest I have ever been and I'm kinda loving it! If I wasn't completely dying of Fireball overdose, I'd get all dolled up and take a few selfies but since I am, we'll just have to settle with a really awkward car one from yesterday.
|Oh hey no makeup. Gross. I apologize.|
While at happy hour that turned into me
blacking browning out (because I remember most things) before 10PM, Paul agreed to do a guest post for me! I can't wait for you guys to "meet" my future husband.. even though I'm still waiting on that ring.. which I guess I reminded him of once a few times last night.
In an effort to kick this hangover, I'm going to go stuff my face with
salad mac&cheese and watch the Nashville episode I missed last night. I guess my diet starts next week. You're allowed to judge me on that one too.