Let's get to it!
This is the best thing I've seen all week. Also, I hate Shark Week because it terrifies my soul. But a cat dressed as a Shark makes it happy again.
So, today I do something that also terrifies my soul:
Wedding Dress Shopping.
We all know my dislike feelings over having to shop ever, and I rarely do it with other people because I usually like those other people and want them to continue to be my friend after the shopping excursion is through. So, I typically go in alone.
However, apparently, wedding dress shopping will be fun?
I'm excited because the people I'm going with are expert shoppers who won't let me look bad on my wedding day. And so that's a bonus. I'm not excited, though, because my subconscious told me I wasn't last night in the form of a dream where there were, like, 20 people in a room with me while I was trying on wedding dresses (though one of them was dark grey and kind of see-through? So I guess I'm a little whore-y in my subconscious also.)
By the end of the dream, though, people had lost interest with me trying on three different dresses and were then measuring the windows for drapes. I'm not sure what that means, but I'm pretty sure it means that I will not be featured on "Say Yes to the Dress" anytime soon.
Also, I didn't know that was a show until I made my appointment at Kleinfeld's and then I had to sign a waiver AND fill out an application saying whether or not I wanted to be featured on the show.
I'll give you one guess.
(But I'm flat in the back!)
And now, the book of the week! Since my dad has been keeping that book blog afloat as of late, I decided to do my part and FINALLY post about that Detroit book I've been mentioning over the last few weeks.
So, check it out here and feel free to browse around while you're over there!
And now, the Video of the Week.
So this is the song that went through my head during both marathons - on repeat - and is now in my head since CB and I have started doing Insanity again. Which is insane.
And I keep telling him that my frontal armpit muscles hurt and then he keeps telling me that that's not a word and that they're called something else (lats? I don't really listen).
Anyway, my frontal armpit muscles hurt, you guys, and so I must continue to listen to this song so that I can become lean and mean AND continue to impress others with my extensive Kanye West song knowledge.
Happy Friday, everyone!