My name is Stephanie and I'm a chick living in Chicago. Married my best friend (after taking years to convince me to date him) and have a pup, Lizzie. I take TV and movies very seriously, love me some book reading, and am game for foodie adventures. Welcome to my cubbie!
The cable repair guy just asked me if I was my husband. Feeling really good about my life choices right now.
Backstory: In high school I worked almost every summer at the local JCC as a lifeguard and/or camp counselor. It was glorious. One summer I met a guy (I met a guy every summer, but that’s beside the point) and we had it bad for each other. We decided to stay together when he went back to Tulane (which I now think is creepy that he was a junior in college dating a 16 year old, but whatever) and we were all butterflies and rainbows and hormones. Then about a month or two in, he just stopped and dropped off the face of the earth. Literally, one night we’re lovey on the phone and then I never hear from him again. We’re technically still dating.
This morning: I rolled out of bed and ran to the grocery store (because of reasons). This is an exact replica of what I looked like:
But….so what, who cares? Until I’m trying to turn on a street behind the slowest line of cars and. guess. who. walks. by. My boyfriend who’s been missing for the last 15 years - still looking good. And I hate to say it, but he paused. He squinted and paused a little when looking in my car…but I sped away because I’m a mature and happily married woman.
Excuse me while I die a little for the rest of the day.
My options for work appropriate shoes that I can walk a mile to work in has dwindled down to one pair of “riding boots”. Has anyone else noticed that leather ballet flats give you serious blisters if you walk long distances? How do you guys do it?? I’m left with nothing over here