Some of my Tweeps couldn’t stop yapping yesterday about how fantastic Chipotle was, so of course, because all of the cool people go there, I had to go try it out and see what all the fuss was about. Come to think of it, that’s how I got started on Twitter, too – Would y’all stop telling me about fun stuff so that I can stop becoming addicted to new things on a daily basis?
Ah, Chipotle, how I heart thee. I ended up getting the carnitas burrito bowl with tomatillo salsa. I seriously love me some tomatillos. I keep thinking I’m going to roast them and make salsa myself, but then I remember that for $1.49 I can just buy the jar at Kroger and still bask in the glory with half the effort.
Here’s my lunch, and yes, that would be my ripped-in-one-knee jeans that I wore yesterday.
Why do I feel like belting out “Young at Heart?”
After Chipotle, I went to pick up the gift certificates for end of year gifts, and stopped in here to pick up something for Baby C’s teacher of the male persuasion.
And what should conveniently be located next to it?
And since I am easily distracted by all things shiny and girly (hello, men from Pakistan) I stopped in and wandered because I needed to pick out
but nothing stood out to me that might look right for summer on this head of mine, so I didn’t buy anything, much to everyone’s chagrin.
As an aside, do I have any hairdressers that lurk on my blog? I was told NOT to use permanent – Level 3 – color on my hair since it would fry it. My maybe-new hairdresser said Level 2 was much easier on the hair – does anyone know?
After striking out at Ulta, I meandered next door to the mall and saw this cute outfit in the window which made me remember that I was going to post a poll as to whether or not I could get away with wearing a scarf in the summer. I tried to wear one the other day and chickened out, but if everyone else is doing it, I certainly don’t want to get left behind. Peer pressure is definitely still alive and kicking at 39.
While I was looking at the scarves, I saw a 40% off sign, so I wandered into Talbots and found these for $25! A steal at Talbots, friends. They were originally $69.
I love cropped pants.
Especially on sale.
Love love love them.
Craig hates them.
With a passion.
So I bought them anyway because he pelted me with the napkin at Orange Julius.
But instead of buying the crisp white shirt to go with my snazzy new tailored crop pants (because I have no less than eight white shirts hanging in my closet as we speak), I decided to go bold with color.
I also decided to look very serious while I was snapping the photo.
And raise my pinky as though I were drinking high tea with the Queen.
I think I’ll stop yapping now.
Have a nice day.