I’m walking with a limp.
Apparently, when you turn 30, you don’t just get to have one possibly cancerous growth taken off your body, but you get two taken off.
And one was on my foot.
The bottom of my freaking foot.
Specifically my heel. Which is needed in good condition to walk properly.
This all occurred just days before we go to Nashville for the weekend with friends.
If you see someone with a gangsta swag going down Broadway, its me.
Only I have no idea how to look gangsta. Or make a limp look like a swag.
Maybe I can turn it into some sort of country girl shake and get Luke Bryan’s attention?
No, probably not?
Someone wrote a post inspired by my Own You post.
Isn’t that freaking awesome, y’all?
Tricia from Suburban Bitches – I know. Awesome blog name, right?! – is Letting It all Hang Out.
She is totally our people, y’all.
She loves to drink and only washes her hair every 4-5 days.
You love her already, don’t you?
And if you haven’t read Own You, trust me, its a must read if you’re a freak or a wanna-be freak.
A huge thank you to the lady who finally wrote about the crazy people who live in the tiny houses.
We were all thinking it. She finally said it.
You. Go. Girl.
Cheers to the weekend, my
limp swag being on point, not washing your hair for days, and to the people who fart Mexican food farts in tiny houses.
You know you don’t wanna miss any of this crazy.
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