When I was a little girl, I had an imaginary friend...

If you are not a doctor who fan, I apologize...because then the title of this post just seems creepy.

Sometimes when I am utterly sick of my surroundings, I try to channel a little doctor who in my outfit, and pretend that I can time travel at any time.

(That picture is the sun setting in this gorgeous place I live)

If time travel were an option for you, where do you think you would go?  I think I would love to live in the time of Jane Austen. that's definitely where I belong.  Girls didn't wear pants.  Cross-stitching made them accomplished.  The dresses are breathtaking.  However, I would have to be in a wealthy family, because being in poverty at that time was particularly awful.

Oh well. Until my tardis arrives, I will have to continue living in this land wear animal print is acceptable and women have to have real jobs to be considered successful.

Song I can't stop listening to today: 

Can't Go Back Now//The Weepies

A Muumuu-raculous Transformation

Welcome Back! To me...not to you. Sorry buds.

People have been regularly touring our house to rent for next year.  I personally think it's insane how early people begin to look for houses, but it is what it is.  Awkward things are bound to happen when other people are coming into your home to picture themselves living there.

Awkward thing #1: A girl looking in my room and saying, "OMG your headboard is like...wood."  She then continued to look at the pictures I had up, and was wondering if she could find anyone she knew.  Meanwhile, I was in my pajamas.

Awkward thing #2: Being locked out of my own room, and attempting to pick the lock as I hear a tour group coming up the stairs.  They find me kneeling outside of my door with a knife and a screwdriver.

Awkward thing #3: Me forgetting to throw away the remnants after cleaning out my brush this morning, so a group of five guys were welcomed to my room by an abnormally large clump of human hair sitting on the table in the doorway. Sorry bout it.

I am counting the days until someone signs a lease on this dump.  I say dump in a loving way...in case you one of the many who has been round these parts.  

Featuring photos of Sir Alex, because they make me happy.

Song I can't stop listening to today:

Long Time Traveller/The Wailin Jennys