"you're not going to a fashion show, megan"

...indeed not, tom. but i can pretend.

(said he as we walked out the door)

check. out. those. roots. yikes.

dress: uo, jacket: nordstrom, flats: target, scarf: thrifted

today was no fashion show. i promise.

in fact, i was quite overdressed for the occasion.

what occasion, you may ask?

getting pooped and puked on multiple times today.

it began while feeding the smallest of babes in school today on my lap...

...perhaps you can imagine the rest?

the puke followed feeding an infant meatloaf for lunch.

meatloaf for a ten month old? yikes. it was messy.

enough complaining about my ruined outfit. 

tom did a very silly thing the other day...

he washed my phone.

said phone has died 

(although it will occasionally allow me to receive calls and send text messages) *

what i miss the most? my camera and accompanying instagram.

when did these become such an addiction for me?

i think i will end this post before it becomes even more petty and worthless.

no. more. complaining. about. frivolous. things. megan.

happy almost friday!

xoxo.

*he has kindly offered to replace my phone :) love him.