milo boy.

Once upon a brisk morning, there lie a small girl in her giant bed.

as she heard someone walking up the stairs to her room, she was instantly peeved.

for this girl liked sleep just about as much as a bear. possibly more. 

she scowled and raised her eyes over the blanket to see who the intruder was.

eh, it was just her best friend. he could jump in the covers for all she cared,

for she was going to sleep more, regardless of what he did.

but the sleepy haze wore off as she noticed that balled up blanket in his arms move.

the fact that he had a balled up blanket in the first place hadn't really dawned on her as odd yet.

but the moving part awakened the most obnoxious and obvious personality flaw of hers called curiosity.

for there are only a small number of items that are bundled in blankets and wiggle around.

just then, the light blue eyes of a sleepy puppy peeped out and made a precious yawn. 

which meant that at the crack of 11, she was fully awake. a real weekend rarity. 

and guess what? she wasn't even that mad.

this is milo.

 i named him.

 mostly because i thought ollie and milo sounded cute together.

 derek tried to name his own dog.

 cool names like olympus, apollo, cronus and even his last name, killough, but spelled kilo.

 cause everyone mispronounces his last name.

here's a hint: (key-low)

 but somehow (not really, we all know why) the name milo persevered.

and guess what erinn? i even let him lick my face. with his pungent little puppy breath. 

:)

 and while we're on the subject of pooches. ollie got in trouble last week (she kept eating my socks) so i put her in timeout. she took it really seriously. stayed there for 10 minutes. sneaking some peeks every once in a while.

-little

shade parade.

click here for the cutest thing you've ever seen.

as if i need another reason to buy more nail polish.

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new blog on the block.

y'all, i am so happy to present to you what will become your new favorite blog to stalk.

kylie michelle harrison

FACT:

this girl is crafty as hell.

she can bake anything.

she makes her own clothes.

she has this thing called style that i have yet to learn.

she is gorgeous.

she cleans like a good mother. 

she designs things. 

pinterest was made for her, or she for it.

i've been begging her to start a blog for dayyyys.

and so this is a special day.

those are my girls.

kylie being the very right.

and her dress? MADE IT.

so check it. 

you'll learn how to do all sorts of things.

and be entertained simultaneously.

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wild thing.

it's no surprise, i enjoy the word 'wild'. 

since the beginning, when my mother referred to me as her wild child.

then i got a bracelet to reinforce it.

it helps that Where the Wild Things Are was derek's favorite childhood book/memory.

cause then i read it with new eyes. and loved it too.

and to add to all this, after my girl Kyle introduced me to darling little misty miller, 

i found the song wild thing. 

perf.

all in all, i do consider myself a wild child.

but i don't consider that a derogatory term.

because it means i like adventure.

that i don't conform easily.

that i think swearing is funny, dammit.

that i don't take myself too seriously.

that i'd rather have fun.

that i'm just a little wild.

NOT:

that i get drunk on the weekends.

that i seek attention and approval of boys.

that i'm a bitchy girl. 

that i would do anything to fit in.

or any other things that are often wrongly correlated.

i can't really explain the depth of this word, cause it probably seems silly to most.

but to me, it means being true. being happy with me.

and mostly, not losing the simple happiness of childhood.

"inside each of us there is a hidden child, you just have to learn to be wild"

truth.

we're the ones everyone hates.

4 inches of snow outside my window this morning,

but i didn't even hate it. 

cause let's be honest.

had you been driving home with us from our double date last night, 

you would have heard us listening to 106.5

..or in other words. the christmas station.

we're those people.

judge us. whatev.

if snow means reading by the fire, listening to nat king cole and 

cuddling with our little punk, then i'm A-okay with that.

happy november 

aren't they presh?

today...

 

my cramps are making me want to punch everyone in the face.

and hate them after.

take me away.

i like waking up to rain.

i like colorful leaves.

i like snuggling.

i like candles.

i like pretty scarves.

i like soft blankets.

i like warm drinks.

i like big books.

i like sweet texts.

i like burgundy lips.

i like cinnamon.

i like old sweats.

i like bubble baths.

i like helping.

i like baking treats.

i like when a perfectly cozy moment is documented forever. 

i think i really like november.

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