My Instweek

I'm blogging to keep my mind off of how weird and lame it is to be alone overnight.

Every time Derek has left me home alone overnight, something extremely traumatizing or difficult has happened to me. No joke. It's like a terrible terrible curse that haunts me.

The last time he left me alone, I found a guy that had killed himself, dead in his apartment. I always end up at my in-laws. Well I don't have anywhere to run tonight, so I'm praying for a normal, safe, happy, night. Pray for me if you will. 

I think the worst that could happen tonight is finding a giant cockroach crawling on something in our kitchen, be it our knives, wall, sink, or dishwasher.


And I'm sure you're all dying to know where the Mr is tonight. He is camping with the young men in our ward. He was so cute with his backpack. Should have taken a picture.

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I wanted to fill you in on my rainy, humid, yet beautiful week through Instagram.

My $3 thrift store find. Loving them.

Derek had class, tried curling my terribly awkward hair, became even more awkward and outrageous, husband came home, totally thought I was hot. He's crazy, easy to please, and I love it.

I know an escalator secret. Most people take the left. It has yellow stripes and looks all speedy cool. The right is faster suckers. Beat ya.

Gorgeous rainy meet in the park evening. Bryant Park. Snagged an umbrella covered table. Began pouring rain. Everyone scattered. We kissed. Almost made out. You know you love PDA. It was sooo romantic. Mmmm melt my heart.

Got some alone time with my Claire this week. Too much fun. Almost fell asleep with her on the subway.