My feet are really size 11, not size 10.
For a long time, I've worn size ten shoes, even though the flats pinch a bit and my toes hang over the edge of sandals. In the midst of decluttering my closet, though, I've forced myself to admit that I skip over choosing the too-small shoes in favor of the few that are actually big enough. Sigh. Do you know how few shoes come in size 11? I guess it will make shoe-hoarding less of a thing, though. #firstworldprobs
I'm completely, totally over my romance of winter.
Living in Texas during winter means that you have two choices: wear the cute, cozy winter clothes and sweat to death while doing so, or admit that 70s and sweaters don't go together and pull out a t-shirt, leaving the sweaters and scarves untouched.
This month, I went to NYC and landed smack in the middle of real winter. 4 degree wind chill. 4. Degrees. Stepping outside was painful, even in all my Texan winter gear. That chilly week completely cured me of my longing to bundle up. I'm happily writing this in a tank top and bare feet while it's 80 degrees outside. Texas forever.
My husband's company is awesome.
Now, I knew that we had a great thing going because for the first time ever, PJ has not been on the constant lookout for a new job.
When I tagged along on his business trip to NYC, I got to see first-hand that he was working at a great place. We went out with his co-workers one night, and there was not a shred of gossip or work-bashing. In fact, there was plenty of encouragement going around. For over two hours. At a bar.
Also, one guy has made it his mission to introduce us to the best baked goods in New York. On our last day, he showed up to the office with cookies from a favorite bakery. Bless him.
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