also, it's getting really humid here.

i've stopped using my mirror to check my makeup. my ipad is far more accurate. also, i hate my mirror.

weekend update.
(and also, just so you know, my weekend generally starts on Thursday afternoon. garrett's school doesn't ever have classes on Fridays so Thursdays become our Fridays.)

thursday night i went to Book Club. 
i actually really like book club. especially because we spend like maybe 3 minutes total discussing the books we read and the rest of the time its just fun. this week we ate a buttload of candy (side note: here are two candy combo revelations to blow your mind 1. popcorn with sour patch kids in it. amazing. 2. regular M&Ms with Sugar Babies. i don't even...so good.), talked about our book (Little Women) and watched the movie. 

i got the vibe that no one else totally loved the book. and i get it. it's old and sort of odd. but the thing is, and i 've been totally honest about this from the beginning, i only suggested the book because i wanted to watch the movie...because Christian Bale is in it. and i love Christian Bale.

i'm currently trying to figure out a way to finagle the group into watching Newsies with me. because...obviously.

anyways.

garrett and i spent friday and saturday running errands. garrett got a new pair of shoes. sometimes i get frustrated because i feel like we always buy him shoes. but the kid, for whatever reason, blows through a shoe like it's a roll of toilet paper. i don't know how he does it. but he can't have shoes with holes and detaching soles all the time, so we got him new ones. and i bought some makeup with the Ulta giftcard my parents sent me for my birthday. 

and then i got my hair cut.
guys, it was so far past that point of "needing" a trim that it was just embarrassing. if it wasn't curled, it was up. but if i wore it straight (it's natural style, mind you) i risked the chance of horses coming over for a snack. and gilly is scared of horses so that would have been bad on all accounts. 

and how about this fun odd fact, the lady who cut my hair is the SAME lady who cut an entire FOOT off of my hair when i was 14. (for the record,i had asked for a 3-4 inch trim. not 12.) what the heck are the chances? i mean...wow. needless to say, i looked that woman straight in the eye and told her, nay, showed her, exactly how much i wanted taken off and NOTHING MORE. i could tell she was bothered. i knew she was. i've been there. i do hair. i know how annoying it is for someone to only take off 1/4 of what they need taken off. but whatevs. 

10 years later, she did a better job. and i'm pleased with my hair that no longer feels like horse feed. 

in other news, gilly went on a 3 mile walk with me and garrett saturday morning. it was perfection and joy and gloriousness all rolled into one. minus the parts where we had to walk through our ghetto neighborhood and gilly had to skip around a buttload of broken glass. 

also, my neck got burned during the walk. i am so pasty white it's disgusting.

i have high hopes of going to the beach next weekend. 
come on, garrett. let's make this happen. i have a cute, new swimmy suit that needs to be worn. stat.


love,
kate.

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