And then she got up at 4 am, stretched, stepped on my face and pranced down the length of my body and proceeded to squawk about being hungry (she only gets dinners). I quit feeling bad after that.
It got chilly again, guys. Back to tights and wool-blend sweaters. Dangit.
|Dress: Marshalls...Cardigan: Banana via Buffalo Exchange...Tights: Gap...Shoes: Naturalizer...Necklace: J Crew Outlet|