I didn't 'it's me' myself over the weekend or yesterday because Matt was home, and where would the fun be in that, he can already see me, so it was redundant peeps.
Today I am probably going to make Victoria Mason's tummy churn because I am wearing her delicious sharpening necklace (that my sister gave me for my birthday) with track pants. Illegal. Highly illegal. A grade A felony. Illegal in seven countries. My only redemption? I am wearing a grandpa style cardi.
It's a sad world we live in, when five days in, I'm already wearing fleecy track pants. Forgive me.