This weekend started with a magical walk to a wine bar and ended with some serious snuggling. And in between? Pelted with powdered dye. I'd call that a successful weekend.
W R I T I N G deep thoughts about my Sunday.
L I S T E N I N G to the soothing sounds of gunshots as Y plays a video game. You guys, this video game uses dogs as suicide bombs. I can't deal with that.
T H I N K I N G about taking a second shower for the day... I, along with probably 20,000 people in the Twin Cities, am still covered in blue dye from the Color Run.
S M E L L I N G pizza. Y did make pizza before he started killing fictional bad guys with suicide dogs, so I guess he's not all bad tonight.
H O P I N G I don't look like a smurf tomorrow. See above.
W E A R I N G jorts and a striped t-shirt; my post Color Run brunch attire. I keep it classy.
L O V I N G season 6 of Mad Men, which we're finally catching up on. We watched the first episode live, but it was so slow that we haven't been motivated to watch the rest of it. Until now. And, in true Mad Men fashion, the episodes (and the clothes!) just keep getting better and better.
W A N T I N G you know, at this moment, I think I'm good.
N E E D I N G y some anti-itch cream. I got a pedicure yesterday (my first since March, I think... it was getting bad), and the woman doing it accidentally scratched a mosquito bite. I started thinking about how amazing it would be if there was a salon that only scratched mosquito bites. I would probably pay pedicure money for that right now.
F E E L I N G hot, but artificially chilled by the AC. Sticky. Itchy.
C L I C K I N G articles about race, buzzfeed lists (when did buzzfeed become the voice of our generation??), and pictures of cory monteith.