removable collar: made by me shirt: F21 skirt: thrifted
belt: thrifted shoes: thrifted
Me and Sir Matt are dating. I don't know if you know this. But we date...and we're married. So we were out on a little rendevous and once again me and Sir Matt's conversation got real interesting...
Me: "Now when we go out I'm always worried about Indie. I'm turning into a worried mother."
Sir Matt: "Yeah, you know what's even weirder about you and the dog?"
Sir Matt: "Hearing you call Indie the same pet names you have for me..."
Me: What are you talking about??? I don't do that."
Sir Matt: " Oh baby, come here baby, hi sweetie....goochie gooooooooo blubidty blub blub."
Me: "I hardly EVER do that."
Sir Matt: "Fine then, are you willing to make it interesting?"
Me: "Yes, because I don't do it!"
Sir Matt: " Okay, everytime you call Indie the same name you use for me I'll answer to it. Deal?"
Me: "FINE. Deal."
You guys. Matt has answered to my little pet names for Indie about seventy times this weekend. I think I have a serious problem. I call my dog sweetie and baby more than I call my husband that.
It's official. I'm a crazy dog lady.
I just need to grow a mole on my nose, tell kids to "SCAT" and shoo them off my property and age fifty more years.
Also. Cinnamon sugar toast rocked the socks off of my weekend.
also.also. I did a little guest post about my family over here this week. check check check a' check it out.