Hi! I'm not dead! I was just real stinking busy. But actually, now that I think about it, busy is not an adequate descriptor for how busy I was. The stress from these last few weeks probably, quite literally, shaved years off my life. Ok, maybe I'm just being drama, but my life was a clusterfuck for sure.
I did try to post yesterday, but as soon as I was done with everything and went to click "Publish Post" Blogger gave up on life and it was lost, so, you know, cool?
I have been kind of chilling these last 48 hours. I finished finals on Wednesday, but living off trail mix, energy drinks and virtually no sleep for about a solid week took its toll and I have been plagued with this bitch of a migraine ever since. It's much better today; I'm relatively functional. So that's good and I can hopefully actually accomplish something in the lab today.
So I'm sure if Bahb reads this he will go "of course she had to tell this story..." and yes, I did have to tell this story because it's amazing.
Ok, so last night I was fussily grappling with what I wanted to wear for pretty much an excessive amount of time. I didn't want to leave the house because I felt gross and bloated and icky and at this point we were already over an hour late for the engineering convocation (we knew a lot of people graduating so we were going to go). I was rummaging around in my closet looking for something to wear while Bahb was saying something that neither of us remember given the hilarity that ensued. He was still talking when at last I proudly walked out of the closet in this exact outfit. He turned to me, stopped mid-sentence and blurted out "Hey! You look like a referee!" It was perfect and made me not want to wear this dress. Ever.
But I manned up and I wore it anyway. Boys are the best and I love how they unintentionally drop these little bombs of awesome. I will probably always hold that moment near and dear to my heart, because if you and your beloved can't give each other shit, is that really a relationship worth being in?
It's also important to note that although, yes, he said I looked like a referee in the brand new dress I was dying to wear and one time he referred to me as his "beefy girlfriend" (hehe) in actuality Bahb is probably the most supportive boyfriend in the world. He always knows just what to say when I'm freaking out or hating how I look or just generally being a girl about things. And I probably don't tell him enough how much I appreciate all of that.
Dress: Urban Outfitters (KNT)
Purse: Vintage Coach
Sun Glasses: Betsey Johnson
Shoes: Dolce Vita for Target
Also, I didn't realize how short this dress is until I took these pictures. Honestly, mirrors do not accurately convey how you look in something most of the time.
There's no real rhyme or reason to why I posted this picture of me looking at my elbow, but I like how messy my hair is.
Anyway, I hope everyone's finals went well and that all of you sexy little bloggin' mamas out there had wonderful Mother's Days. I go now. Have great days anyone who sees this :)