After discovering my new girl crush, I was feeling really motivated around the house. For a minute there. I did the dishes.
I also put my dishsoap in a pretty bottle like the Bargain Boarders do, but now the bottle is all slippery and seems too big for my hand and the soap takes too long to come out. It is pretty, but I don't think Mr. Ashley is going to be impressed enough to put up with it.
Talk about taking the wind out of my sails.
I can't even move on to the Fancy Drinks part of the day because Mr. Ashley has to pick up the Raspberry Vodka and Pink Lemonade while he's out.
I'm going to do my Friend Finding (aka blog reading and commenting) later with the Fancy Drinks. Although I did comment on the new girl crush's blog first thing...just to show her that I'm serious. And Clemsongirl, BACK OFF. Everyone knows you're a Girl Crush Whore. I thought I was special. She's mine, I need her, you're already perfect, just keep loving me, thanks.
Photography...yeah I've got to do that too. You might not get more than a "look at this sweet newborn" photography post today. I have so much shit that I HAVE to do re: photography, that I don't have a lot of time for the stuff I WANT to do re: photography.
Why can't I just win the lottery? I could become a full time, mobile blogger, I could rent the cruise ship for the Ashley's Closet Cruise, I could hire a fleet of housekeepers and a nanny, I could travel, I could move, I could open the coolest children's photography studio ever, take pictures whenever I want and have a full staff to deal with editing and phone calls and advertising and ordering, I could buy everything I ever wanted from Pottery Barn AND J. Crew, I could get that boob job and some Botox.
I could do so much for the world.
Okay, I'm going to try to heave myself off of the couch and get back to prettying up the house. I used to love this stuff, you know. I have a ton of cool stuff decor wise. Somewhere under all of these toys.