And A Partridge In A Pear Tree

blazer: thrifted    blouse: thrifted   necklace: thrifted    belt: thrifted    jeans: Vigoss    boots: Call It Spring

We're in Colorado! It was a grueling drive because of course me and Sir Matt had absolutely no sleep from finals week. So as the crem de la crem of wives I volunteered to drive the first half so Matt could sleep. So there I am driving, jamming to my sweet tunes (NO BIEBER ALLOWED!) and then all of the sudden Matt does a full freaky body twitch and sits up straight and says, "Ah man I just keep dreaming that you're driving us off the edge of a cliff." Nothing like lots of trust and confidence to make you feel like a driving rock star. After about twenty of these jolts and telling me I was driving us to our doom I declared there would be no sleeping for Sir Matt, "None at all!" I said. A word to the wise, never tell a sleepy Matt he can't sleep, it will result in two big gulp Dr. Peppers, two bags of gummy bears.....simultaneously sneaking Indie gummy bears when he feels the need for entertainment, one box of Redvines, one bag of mambas, making Indie do the Mamba for a few laughs and a partridge in a pear tree....or something unto it. Either way, I'm just glad to be home and so is Indie because let's face it Matt was getting desperate for something to keep him awake and was starting to consider dressing Indie up in my fabric scraps that I brought to make her look like one of the three wisemen...yes we arrived just in the nick of time.