I thought it looked so "old fashion". My grandmother carried her purse like that and I always told her to let me pick out a bag she could carry on her shoulder. And if it wasn't old ladies carrying them like that it was someone super high class, New York fashionista. I guess I was ok with that but that's not a category I would classify myself in.
Then there was this morning. I am walking in to the office with my satchel style purse {handbag, if I want to get all fancy, right?} right at my elbow, heels on, and cute coffee cup in hand....who is this person?? When did I become one of those grown ups? I felt like such a poser. Does anyone else ever feel like that? Like you are still about 18 but really you are 29 and holding? Then I read Lindsey's post on being 30. It was just the compliment to how I was feeling this morning. So maybe I'm not a poser after all. Who knew!
I am going to take my grown up self to finish doing some moving tonight after work. Hopefully I can squeeze about 2 hours worth of moving into like 30 minutes. The boys are back in town....ok, not really, but my man is back home tonight so that will make moving some things much easier. Also, I can sleep at night instead of hearing every freaking weird noise in our house at night. Of course some noises aren't just my house...
Some noises look like this the next day. Can anyone tell me how someone doesn't see these glowing neon signs at night? On a straight, pretty much flat deadend street? In a quiet neighborhood? Anyone? Anyone? Bueller? The noise from these tire marks was so loud I thought for sure a car was about to come barreling into our living room. Also, why did this happen on a night when there wasn't a man in the house to squish bugs, take out trash, and protect us from idiots? Luckily, the person backed up, walked around the truck a few times, then turned around and left. Don't think I didn't go ahead and look up the number to the police while this was going on just in case the person took one step toward my door. Better safe than sorry. This could have been an ax murderer's grand entrance for all I know. Ain't nobody got time for that!


















