We sure had one exciting mail day yesterday. Three large packages. All of which I successfully managed to carry up four flights of stairs without tripping or dropping a single cardboard box, I might add. Darrin has recently taken it upon himself to “properly” set up my office space, which means ordering some much need office supplies. Darrin’s “office” consists of a desk on one side of the room that faces a massive white board hanging on the wall–one that is usually decorated with strange scientific markings that, if you tilt your head and squint your left eye long enough, can sometimes transform into surprisingly interesting “connect the dots” puzzles.
My “office” on the other side of the room consists of a tiny desk that we found at Ikea years ago, a desk that has really been serving as larger shelf upon which I can store my ever-growing collection of books and notebooks and junk that I keep finding at the bottom of my purse.
Darrin decided that I needed an office space intervention. He ordered a second computer monitor, a laptop docking station, a new mouse, a wireless keyboard, a sound system…and when I told him that I didn’t really need a fancy setup, he told me with a serious face, “Gracie. Your desk is going to look like the Batcave. And it’s going to be awesome.”
So greetings from the Batcave, friends. We’re still waiting on a few items, but I’ve got a hunch that this new office setup will serve me well. And the good people of Gotham…err…Minneapolis. Maybe I’ll buy myself a cape. Just because.
Or I’ll just stick to wearing these lightweight pleated skirts and breezy blouses. From watching way too many Disney movies over the years, I know one thing to be true:
The heat and humidity that Minneapolis gifted to us over the weekend was almost unbearable. Almost. Had it not been for this breezy ombre skirt. Minnesota may be known for her icy snowstorms and extremely low winter temperatures, but she can suuuure cook up a humid July afternoon. Thankfully, these hot and sweaty summer days are a bit easier to bear when you’ve got a lightweight summer skirt. And a husband who’s willing to bike through the humidity to bring you home Chipotle for dinner.
Breezy skirts. Air conditioning. Chipotle. And I hear it’s supposed to thunderstorm all day today.
Not a bad start to the week.
[And yes. I’m just choosing to ignore that postcard from the DMV reminding me to renew my driver’s license. Not now, DMV. I won’t let you ruin this good Tuesday vibe I’ve got going.]
Monday! The last Monday of July. By this time next week, we’ll be cruising through August with July in our rear view window. And I’ll be mildly freaking out about how quickly this summer has gone by.
Darrin and I spent our Sunday afternoon at Target Field, watching a little baseball and getting a whole lot of sunburnt. Here are a few less-than-graceful moments brought to you by our time at the ballpark!
I tried to be a dedicated and attentive fan at the game. I watched every pitch closely. Cheered at the double plays. Jeered at the opposing pitcher who kept hitting our players with the ball. Even ordered an ice cream sundae served in a tiny plastic baseball hat (sooo festive). But sure. The one play that I miss and decide to simply cheer loudly because the crowd was cheering loudly just haaaaaas to be a home run. For the opposing team. Thanks a lot, Yankees fans. Now everyone in section 224 knows that I’m faking all this baseball knowledge. GREAT.
When you’re trying to make your way through the crowds to the restroom but the crowds aren’t moving and you start grumbling about how crowds are the worst and complaining to your husband about the lack of movement forward and vowing to yourself to never again attend a hot and crowded event….only to realize that you’re accidentally waiting in a hot dog line. #facepalm
Darrin and I spent WAY too much time searching for our car in the parking garage after the game. We wandered down one aisle, then down another, then across the parking garage, then back again, searching and searching and hitting the panic button that apparently doesn’t work when you’re actually in a “panic.” I thought to my dehydrated self, this is it. We’ll be in this parking garage forever. I’m going to die in this parking garage. My last moments on this earth will be spent next to concrete pillars that are speckled with bird poop and smell like urine. But then we found our car! And we went home! And I drank a huuuuuge glass of water.
Came home from the game with a massive sunburn across my legs and knees, thanks to the tight ballpark seating. There’s nothing quite like a romantic night sitting on your living room couch, rubbing sticky green aloe gel across your legs and watching it slowly soak into your dark red skin. #marriage
Hope you enjoy your Monday! You’ll find me here. Nursing my sunburn with ice cubes and gobs of aloe gel. You’ve been great, July, but I sure am ready for some cooler August weather.
Three cheers for Fridays and fall handbags! As you know, Nordstrom is currently having their big anniversary sale, so I thought I’d share a few of my favorite handbags from that sale that could easily transition into the fall season!
It’s most likely socially unacceptable to admit that I’m ready for the fall, but you guys: I’m ready for the fall. REALLY ready. The kind of ready that makes you seriously contemplate buying the Pumpkin Spice Latte creamer you discovered while grocery shopping yesterday. I love you, Summer. But I’m ready for plaid, scarves, apple pie, colorful trees, and cute boots. Does everyone remember cute boots?!
All right, I’ll stop. 😉
You can shop these handbags below! All of them are on sale!