Top: Thrifted, $6 (I WENT THRIFTING & IT WORKED!)
Cardigan: Old Navy, $5
Skirt: Papaya, Old
Shoes: Payless, $25
Thank you guys so much for your incredible response to my post yesterday. It was nerve-wracking posting it, and I definitely thought twice before hitting "publish", because I really try to keep things light around here. But I got so many comments and e-mails letting me know that I wasn't alone. And don't get me wrong, I'm a confident lady for sure. But sometimes you just have those days where you forget that it's okay to not be perfect, and the desire to be something you're not creeps up. Anyway, I think you all really understood my heart on the issue, and all of your comments seriously made my day, so THANKS!
And onto lighter, more hilarious matters.
In case I haven't mentioned it before, I'll have you know: I don't cook. Seriously. Every night is fend-for-yourself-night in my house. Like, if it can't be made in a microwave in under 3 minutes or can't be shredded and put into a salad, Matt & I don't eat it. I swear, we eat healthy! It's just a lot of fruit, steamed veggies, boiled chicken (yeah, I know, gross), microwavable rice, and preservative-free microwavable meals. Whatever. JUDGE ME!
So anyway. An agent at work has been bothering me lately about cooking for Matt. Apparently yesterday he got so fed up with this my refusal to cook he asked me what my husband likes to eat (which, of course, I said "meat", because he is a man after all). He then left work and came back with a 3lb pork roast butt cut thingy (I honestly just remember him saying 'butt' and I couldn't forget it), and some seasoning, and instructions on how to cook it.
There were literally like, three directions. My result was supposed to be a super tender pork roast, tender enough to shred and be able to turn into shredded BBQ pork. But what I actually ended up with was this:
Pork on a Fork.
Let's just say, it was definitely not tender enough to shred. It may have been a bit bloody in the middle. And my husband may have needed a full minute to chew every bite. But he did so with a smile on his face, because that's what good husbands do. And what he knew he needed to do to ensure that I would one day attempt to cook again.
Meh. We'll see.