Don’t think I’m gonna stop the bloggin’ now, my friends! Even though tonight’s bedtime was very similar in tone to that one bed-levitating scene in The Exorcist! I will let you ponder which child played the starring role. (Hint: IT WAS ROSIE. She is freakishly strong, by the way.)
Here are some thoughts I would like to share with you.
The “Check Engine Light” – is it for real? Like, I know you’re supposed to notice it when it comes on and all, but mine came on at some point last week, and then it just went away on its own. So I figured: problem solved! I have a self-repairing car! I mean, we purchased it from my grandparents, who are quite fastidious in their car selection, so surely they sprung for some sort of feature like that? But then today it came back on. So…I should take it in then, I guess? Or maybe if I wait it out some more the light will go away and then magically come back on saying “I’M FOR REAL—CHECK THE DAMN ENGINE, YOU STUPID NIMROD”? I’m toying with the idea of waiting, just to see.
I kind of wish the weather would stick with cold instead of sort-of-chilly-and-then-broiling-in-the-afternoon, for no other reason than I want to keep having reasons to see Rosie dress herself like this:
And also, because I have Clothing-Price Tourette’s Syndrome where I physically cannot refrain from telling you how much I paid for things when I find a deal:
Owl hat (on backwards): Anthropologie, bought with gift certificate
Scarf: handmade birthday gift from a friend
Sweater: my brother’s from when he was two (AWWW)
Dress: consigned, maybe $6
Tights: consigned, $1.99
Shoes: Target $12
Ring: gift from Aunt Sarah, never removed from finger, may be causing staph infection
Also, I forgot to mention here that there was a fancy interview write up on the website at my new job all about how I want you to believe I am totally great even though I’ve never been to Disneyworld or had a tan. Since you probably want to hear a whole lot more about me, seeing as how I don’t really talk about my life much on the internet, here it is for your convenience. I’ve only worked there for three and a half weeks, and already they’ve asked me for a photo of myself three times. If I had only known that was part of the job, I would have gone out and done some Glamour shots. Because everyone looks better in a feather boa and a metric ton of makeup with their head tossed back over one shoulder.