blouse: thrifted pants: thrifted shoes: thrifted headband: Walmart
Sweet morning glory my toes is as froze as the snowz (non gansta translation: it snowed here). Speaking of toes and awkward sentence transitions. Each and every single one of my toes is stubbed as of today. This is not the norm, I'm not some weirdo that walks this world in a constant state of toe stubbed-ness. Normally my toes are plentiful in their average normality. But well, you see...I heard of this thing called bare foot running. And well it just sounded cool. Because 1) Anything that has bare in its title automatically ups how tough you are and 2) Running in bare feet is just like what our forefathers did when they were gathering corn and trying to invent the i-pad. So I basically had to do it, in honor of my forefathers and of course in honor of all the bears in the world.So I tried it. And what sounded cool spiraled really quickly into an already clumsy Sarah reaching a new level of all time clumsiness. So yes. All toes.stubbed. But hey I felt like a total stud doing it...and isn't that REALLY what matters, that we run with a bit of swag in our step.
Also. It's my birfday weekend woot woot! And me and Sir Matt have some caaahhhhrazzzzy plans....oh and also I may or may not have bought myself a birthday present. I know it's not kosher, but well, I'll explain later when I show you what it is. Happy weekend all yall's.