vicious cycle.

friday evening @ our casa equals:

myron working hard for our fam @ insurance appointments.

and me watching what not to wear, as many episodes that are on.

and then the show will remind me how frumpy-esque my post-chloe-birth wardrobe is.

which inspires me to go shopping to remedy my fashion hopelessness.

and then, i come home with this:
{all on h-core clearance}

{and dairy queen usually}

and then i depressingly think in my most sarcastic mind-voice ever, "ya, these adorable shoes'll look fabulous with those classy grey sweats paired with that bleach-stained hawaii shirt in my closet."

and then myron comes home.

and he lovingly asks me what i made for dinner.

and i say, "um, sorta nothing, but i got some cheap-n-cute shoes...see!"

and then we order out.

and i am happy & overly content.
with a cute man, adorable sleeping girl & chilis take out.
in yoga pants & an oversized hurley shirt & a usually pink, sometimes red bandana.

i'm sorry clinton & stacy.
i'll do better next week.

{happy friday}