Day 23 of my #mileaday challenge was the first day I didn’t get my mile in. Because sometimes a girl just wants to come home from work and spontaneously go on a date night for velvet tacos with her man and baby (who gets cuter by the day, I swear). And then come home and make a pallet on the floor in front of the fire and snuggle through a chick flick. And have a good ugly cry when the chick flick talks about babies and dying and great love.
Rachel McAdams, your movies are always my favorite.
So, you know, it was Thursday. And my #mileaday is not an exercise in perfection, but an exercise in, well, exercise. I’m 22 for 23, and I’m back on the wagon for day 24.
Because, well, Friday.
Have you seen my newest print in the shop? I have a poster-sized version being delivered to my house on Monday. Can’t wait.