the cards all talk about domestic bliss.

ready...

set...

velociraptor walk.

and a group shot with the selfie stick. 

happy bridal shower, katé jacobé ☔️

driving practice.

i just spent 50+ dollars at whole foods on shampoo, body wash and water. that's it. all for the sake of 10 miles behind the wheel. 

and i only regret it a little. 

i am capable.

guys, i just drove myself to the whole food in silver spring, grocery shopped, drove home, AND no body got annoyed with me. guys, i'm an adult who can do things. 

except half of the bill was on artesian water. hey, baby steps. 

on a tuesday.

since my adventures yesterday literally left me burned, I didn't leave my apartment until 6:13 pm today (i'm only a little ashamed, thanks for asking). then, 30 minutes later, i was welcomed off the hot and smelly metro by a terenchial downpours, thunder, lightning and ankle deep pools where sidewalks used to be. 

ahh, summer in the district. 

summer vacation, day one.

taking selfies in h&m mirrors since you don't have a full length in your house. in h&m because you picked up your zip card downtown and you planned on killing time at the portrait gallery before mass but the portrait gallery doesn't open until 11:30. that brings us to h&m, looking at things you don't want to buy for 20 minutes until the portrait gallery opens. 

blog drought = terminated. 

friends.

work friends who bring you big, black iced coffees to early morning meetings are da best. da. best. 

my strange addiction.

currently trying to kick my pound-of-baby-carrots-a-day habit. bunny-luv, i can't quit you. 

why don't you go drink a bottle of yourself.

some people love big bottles of fiji because it's untouched by human hands and makes them feel like a kardashian.

i will forever love drinking ginormous bottles of evian because it reminds me of the lizard on the bottle in parent trap, the mean girls name in superstar, and because it makes me feel like meg ryan moving around rugs in billy crystal's apartment even when i'm sitting on a yucky metro and holding it with and unmanicured hand. 1990s > 2000s. 

i promise

i have been obsessed with pineapples way before all the basics and i'll be obsessed with them way after. today was filled with a paint your own pottery adventure and a couple of iced coffees. 

i should probably clean this mirror.

instead I switched to the one in the teacher's lounge bathroom today. here's the weekly wears: 

stereotypical teacher outfit for field day community helpers.

waiting.

sitting in starbucks, re-caffinating and killing time before what comes next. i'll give you a hint, it starts with baby and ends with sitting. my life is overflowing with small children, but i don't hate it. 

life of a milennial.

sitting on the floor while babysitting since that's where you and your charging phone can be closest. 

also, not b&w, just too lazy to turn on the lights. 

sunday best.

sundays are for really short runs and long lazy lounges by the pool. 

sundays are for wearing three out of five of your new le tote items to mass. and for meet-cutes at mass. 

sundays are for winding down with nora ephron movies, report card comments, and bone broth from your favorite mug. 

here's to a week as satisfying as a sunday.

uber & cold brew.

in today's adventure of nannying side hustle i took an uber to and from a birthday party with my charge and then we sat in starbucks until i finished my cold brew so i could get my green level free refill. my life is interesting, i promise. 

shameless selfie for your viewing pleasure.

tasteful mirror selfies.

what i've worn lately recorded forever in a mirror smeared with child snot. 

try not to be too impressed 😉

wine retreat yo self.

this weekend, i escaped the district with some fabulous friends to spend some time drinking virginia wine. 

first stop, sipping into sunset at early mountain:

we totally embraced the rose and bought a couple bottles, but that clearly wasn't enough so we venture to the grocery store for the sleepover essentials:

chocolate, wine and cheese = the essentials.

after a wonderful dance party in the woods, hearing a fox bark (ruraljuror) and a lovely brunch, we headed to barboursville for some more wine and historic ruins. 

oak is so passé...

blondes have more rosé

it was a wine-derful weekend 🍷👯👍🏻