Thursday, January 26, 2012

What Dreams...and Crushes Are Made Of

Yesterday I hinted at a new crush I had brewing.  Obviously, this drew inquiries from many of my close friends who are also blog readers.  You may think that now I'll reveal this lucky fellas identity.  Well, you would be wrong.  Every relationship needs to have a little mystery to keep things exciting, no?

For now this crush will be all mine.  And I like it that way.

In other news, I had a very scary dream last night.  My sister was getting married (that's not the scary part, I promise) and I was the Maid of Honor, which means I felt very special and important.  Apparently, the dress I was supposed to wear was shiny and silver and awful and as soon as my Mother saw me wearing it she cried and said it looked terrible.  Then while I was walking down the aisle it began to flood and I slipped and fell and was basically standing in front of 300 people (my sister knows people, OK?) wearing a wet nighty.  Then I woke up gasping for breath.

Foreshadowing, right?

Oh and I'm continuing with my tucking shirts in phase this week.  It's more motivation for me to not stuff my face.  So what if I look like a 90's sitcom star...I hear that look is coming back in a big way.  If you see me wearing a cropped baby T, then we'll talk.

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