I recently re-fell in love with Pocket for two reasons:
(1) The other night, he unexpectedly used the words "pardon my french" and "buttload" in the same sentence. And, in all my feminine glory, I guffawed. Loudly. Love him.
(2) When the opportunity presented itself, and despite an inconvenience to himself, he encouraged me to head south a day early with some girlfriends. (I'm running a race on Saturday.) So I'm headed out in less than two hours.
This is what I'm wearing today in all my spontaneous packing and scheduling franticity. It's not going to win any awards. But it's perfect for today's needs. Plus, a t-shirt full of gold-lined lucky clovers? Yes, please.
Wish me luck! I'll see you all on Sunday. Maybe half dead, but here.