A friend said to me the other day..
You never share stories anymore.. Why don’t you share the funny crap.. THAT was your blog material.
Welp. See, I went through that.. “I need content! I need to do projects! But I’m working.. So I’m too tired to do anything..ever.” I sometimes forget I can write about whatever I want.
Like the time we did a juice cleanse and we failed the first time we tried. (Respectively, we tried again shortly after.)
The first time? Brutal. Literally the day after we bought our juicer and approximately five thousand dollars worth of fruits and veggies, drank our drinks.. got home from work and it went a little like this.
No joke. I gained probably 10 pounds just that evening. It’s all in your head people.. Make yourself think you’re eating less and all of a sudden you picture yourself on a desert island with cheeseburger mirages in front of you. It’s not pretty. If it weren’t for taco bell that night (and Chinese food, and brownies. For shame) , I might have chewed off Jareds arm in my sleep.
Or, I’m not too sure why I never share the fact that I married a duck dynasty member.
Or.. any other character he decides to be that day.
If you didn’t laugh at the middle picture, there might be a problem. Look into it.
So basically, I’m here to tell you I’m still alive. I quit posting because I was worried I could ONLY post about home decor. And, I realized that this is indeed my blog.. and at one point you liked it for me. I think? Maybe for the sheer reason that I might post pictures of my hot bearded husband. But either way. This is me. This is my blog. I love it. It makes me happy and sometimes I’m going to throw “me” posts in. And, that’s okay right? Right.