embracing the cliche of a buttonup & a pencil skirt

<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid7q0nHRGJ20QefD7NlmbG_-vujfBVK6C0VlopAqAxr79_0zTblybtwGIl4SXGpBTljmp4WBSzf9prH7oLfK8VCHceq5PK3XOAlTuQb6mJ7v430rnvVeaiJ-ecfb538B7pz3-oMkwN0ZLv/s1600/R1britt2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="280" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid7q0nHRGJ20QefD7NlmbG_-vujfBVK6C0VlopAqAxr79_0zTblybtwGIl4SXGpBTljmp4WBSzf9prH7oLfK8VCHceq5PK3XOAlTuQb6mJ7v430rnvVeaiJ-ecfb538B7pz3-oMkwN0ZLv/s400/R1britt2.jpg" t8="true" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: x-small;">shoes: forever21. skirt & belt: kohl's. shirt: j.crew. necklace & bracelet: downeast basics.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkLRlT7d89glRKJHyNAh9QLgRAIaRQq0uoXcAi-Kcq7ytTrC_DAsQ13Gw0WgNSxpeHaZ_XWSZHwNg9A2buvjC34vbt87O1E8b5BkmkZum8R05wDhTxhJIJEsoms6P_GBHHtSkLU_Xvoj-W/s1600/R1britt1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkLRlT7d89glRKJHyNAh9QLgRAIaRQq0uoXcAi-Kcq7ytTrC_DAsQ13Gw0WgNSxpeHaZ_XWSZHwNg9A2buvjC34vbt87O1E8b5BkmkZum8R05wDhTxhJIJEsoms6P_GBHHtSkLU_Xvoj-W/s400/R1britt1.jpg" t8="true" width="280" /></a></div><div align="center">This week I'm grateful for:</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">- stuff that's already grated, like cheese and zucchini. It's like a gift from the Universe.</div><div align="center">- splash pads and cousin time for my kiddos.</div><div align="center">- mowing the lawn and leaving mower-stripes in the grass. Is it just me, or is that, like, totally satisfying? Like vacuum lines in the carpet (if I remember right... it's been so long since I vacuumed...). LOVE that.</div><div align="center">- stop-the-underarm-sweat stuff. I used to be a walking pair o' pit-stains, which is every bit as pretty as that sounds. It's warmer now, and I'm just really glad for the clinical strength stuff that keeps me dry.</div><div align="center">- my 2-year-old who says, real slow and adult-like, "whut. duh. hut." for "what the heck." </div><div align="center">- a husband who knows as much about planting bulbs and flowers as I do. Which, frankly, isn't much... but it's kinda cute and romantical how twinners we are about it, don't you think? No? It's actually nauseating and lame to be "twinners" with one's husband about anything? Oh. Good to know before I busted out sewing us matching plaid shirts...</div><div align="center">- tortillas. Seriously. A meal can be complete with tortillas and very few other ingredients.</div><div align="center">- acetaminophen and/or ibuprofen.</div><div align="center">- warm showers.</div><div align="center">- nature.</div><div align="center">- the song whose chorus goes, "there's only 1 thing 2 do 3 words 4 you," because it's become "our song" with my daughters and me.</div><div align="center">- facial smile lines.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Happy Sunday!</div>

embracing the cliche of a buttonup & a pencil skirt

  shoes: forever21. skirt & belt: kohl's. shirt: j.crew. necklace & bracelet: downeast basics. This week I'm grateful for: -...

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