WOOTS

Husbands in bow ties.

Husbands in fedoras… even if they look real real mad that their picture is being taken.

Thrifted sandals – $8!

More thrifted sandals – $6!

Sissy’s who dress real real cute & send me pics of it. Right?! She’s adorbs.

Super cool daddy’s with their super cool sons.

Sunday naps. Always a WOOT.

Brotherly love.

Finally getting our house to look like this – completely empty…

…then finally getting it all loaded into the moving truck…

…and finally being on our waaaaaaaay!

 

WOOFS

Longest.

Drive.

Ever!!!!

Yep – that’s a BUS going faster than we were. Husband was flooring it & we were still only going 45mph up the hills.  It. Was. Awwwesome.

Having to say goodbye to all of these guys – my second family – the clearly irreplaceable staff of Mentors International, a nonprofit that helps people out of poverty. I mean get a load of these guys – do bosses get any cooler than this? Oh how I miss seeing all of them every day…

…especially HER…

…and especially this place. Peanut butter sauce people. Need I say more?
Best frozen yogurt. Ever.

K, Husband of course is NEVER a woof, but even I can’t deny that…well…this outfit of his? QUADRUPLE WOOF. Sorry Hubs, but not even your wife can defend you when you’re wearing basketball shorts with Sperry’s, socks that are two different lengths, and a fedora to top it all off.  I still love ya though, & you’re still unequivocally the dreamiest boy in all the land – even when you are dressed like someone who lives in a trailer down by the river.  And let’s be serious – last weekend I gallivanted around running errands in our new city, decked out in… sweat pants. Yep – I was that girl. The one you see and you’re like ‘What is she thinking being in public looking like that? Her poor husband – she’s clearly let herself go.’ And this from a girl with a fashion/style blog no less?
MAXIMUM WOOFAGE. So turns out I got no room to talk.

 

Happy Wednesday!

And may your week be filled with way more WOOTS than WOOFS!