I’m sitting at the kitchen table next to Darrin as he types out emails and I type out this blog post and nurse the adrenaline headache that I’ve had since 9pm with McDonald’s French fries. We just finished another one of our long Wednesdays that have become the new “normal” Wednesdays for us this fall semester, where the have-a-good-days are exchanged before we head to work at 8am and the how-was-your-days aren’t shared until we finally see each other again at 10pm. And it’s a fact secretly (but universally) acknowledged that the best medicine for a headache induced by another long Wednesday is sometimes just a container of thin potato slices battered in enough grease and salt to make your doctor cringe.
And I’ll be honest, this little container of French fries is doing the trick and conquering the lingering taste of garlic that’s been coating the back of my throat since Monday night. Yes, MONDAY. Two full days of everything (including toothpaste) tasting just a little extra garlic-y because too much garlic can REALLY be too. much. garlic. Apparently “1 minced garlic clove” does not mean “mince the entire bulb,” and our poor taste buds paid the price for my mistake during dinner on Monday night. We both took slow bites of our steak salad covered in a garlic dressing far too strong and looked at each other with our eyes watering and tongues burning and both of us concluding that the only silver lining of this failed dinner was simply the concrete proof that neither one of us was a vampire. * fist bump *
So. It’s 11:30pm. I finished my French fries. Probably about to gargle my entire bottle of mouthwash before going to bed. And here’s a little outfit post. I’m sure these topics might connect somehow, but who really cares at 11:30pm.
Catch ya later, night owls!
- Sweater: Similar
- Hat: Old Navy
- Dress: Ruche (love this shade for fall into winter!)
- Boots: Similar
- Handbag: c/o Mellow World