You know what that means.
Mostly because that’s all I have time for today.
I am 99.9% unpacked. (can I get a woo hoo!)
Without further ado, my last week in insta pics.
Insert the obligatory follow me on instagram here (Marriage by Design) obvs.
I had a nice big vodka soda on my way out of NYC.
Then I cried to the bartender.
I was a blubbering idiot all day long.
This is where the crying started.
Shutting off all the lights and closing our cute apartment door.
Then I got to my inlaws place in MN and saw this and I started to feel a little better.
Then we got an offer on our Houston house and I felt A LOT better.
These two are still adjusting. Clearly.
This guy sits by the door and cries for Husband all. the. live. long. day.
OMG I’m going batty with the whining and the crying and the neediness.
And I’m chopped liver, apparently, because homeboy does not want my affection.
Only Daddy’s will do.
Sorry kiddo, Daddy has a job where he actually leaves the house again.
In other news:
Faux fur Nine West coat with leather belt for $100.
Took everything in my power not to buy it.
I need another coat like I need a hole in the head.
I have 8 (well 9, actually, but I don’t count my green cape cuz it technically isn’t a coat)
Link up bizzos.