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Attack Of The Freckle

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(Necklace: HandMeDown  Shirt: GAP Maternity  Cardigan: Target  Belt: Boutique  Skirt: Thrifted  Ring: Plato’s Closet  Shoes: Nordstrom)

Something I’ve feared for a long time has finally happened…

A couple of my freckles have decided that they are better off working together and have grouped into a big ‘ole freckle. I now have a circle on my face with the diameter of a ballpoint pen CAP. It’s like the size of a freckle that you draw on when you’re wearing a Little Orphan Annie costume. Uuuuuuugggggghhhhhhh. I’m doing my best to stay out of the sun and using skincare, but apparently my efforts aren’t working. If this continues, I seriously might start looking like a dalmatian.

Can I Get A Name For Your Order?

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(Earrings & Jacket: HandMeDown  Shirt & Ring: Plato’s Closet  Dress: Old Navy Maternity  Shoes: Thrifted)

I’ve mentioned before in a previous post how I use my middle name “Anne” (but I say “Annie”) when I order at restaurants because I figure my real name “Rena” is too difficult for people to spell, let alone pronounce later on. I do this to make it easier on people, but I am SHOCKED at how badly people spell “Annie”. I’ve gotten everywhere from “Ani” to “Any”. But yesterday was the winner. At Rubio’s the clerk took my name and when my food was ready, I almost didn’t hear my order because they were calling out for “Randy”. Really?! Maybe I need to work on my pronunciation?! Am I the problem?!

Butter Is Better

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(Beanie: Goodwill  Shirt: GAP  Dress & Boots: HandMeDown  Tights: jane.com)

Okay, I’m going to let you in on a ridiculously little secret. I never ate butter until a week ago. No joke. My family always ate margarine and any time there was actual butter to put on rolls I just didn’t. So anyways, we were at my in-laws for dinner and for some unknown reason, I decided to put butter on my rolls. I promptly turned to my mom-in-law and said, “What is this?” Duh. It’s butter, ya dummy. And it’s amazing. I went to the store the next day and bought some actual, real butter and have been putting it on everything. I actually said this to my husband…”How did I go 32 years without eating butter? I’m gonna be so fat.” I’m hoping I can kick this butter habit after the baby is born, otherwise I’m gonna be so big, I won’t able to fit through the door to leave my house. Mmmmmm….butter.