What happens in Vegas doesn’t always stay in Vegas (if ya know what I mean). *wink*
So I got married in Vegas once.
He had a beard and his name was Craig and he was hot as fuck.
It was just a weekend thing.
So flash forward two years.
He works for the Arizona Cardinals, so he is in St. Louis for the Rams game tomorrow.
I live in STL.
Fancy that.
Annnnd I’m about to meet him at his hotel.
Bow-chicka-bow-wow.
My pants were mustard yellow.
My shirt wasn’t ironic.
(I am a bomb-ass chick.)
Bullshitalacarte:
LATFH!
My second cousin, Tim, posted this picture of his college buddies on Facebook.
1982!
#Stereotypical #Instagram #Hipster #CityDiner #SouthSide #TowerGrove #Coffee (Taken with Instagram at City Diner)
Birfday (Taken with Instagram at Where All Shame Is Left Behind)
Mirror messages - Have a good one, @ellewee! :) (Taken with Instagram at Where All Shame Is Left Behind)
Chihuahua! (Taken with Instagram at South Grand)
Don’t ask. (Chocolate ice cream!) (Taken with Instagram)
Love Bugs (Taken with Instagram at Hartford St.)
Homemade empanadas <3 (Taken with Instagram at Where All Shame Is Left Behind)
The inside is adorable. (Taken with Instagram)
