Nom.

Tonight Matthew and I went back down to South Congress (a happening street here in Austin) for dinner and to snap a few outfit pictures for the morning (remember how I’m supposed to be doing that now?? I’ve sort of been slacking).  We had a delicious meal, and I now feel to be about 600 pounds. 

Burger? Check. Fries? Check. Cupcakes for dessert? HECK YES, CHECK. 

Clearly, I’m on a health kick.

Matthew’s pulled pork sandwich

My enormous cheeseburger

Nom nom nom.

And now here I am, back at home full of sugar and grease, clicking through outfit photos only to find that the majority of them are tragically flawed in some way.

See, that’s the problem when your husband is the photographer, and not because he wants to be but because you may or may not have threatened him (hypothetically).  And see, husbands who don’t even really like taking pictures to begin with sure as heck don’t notice when one shirt sleeve is rolled up and the other isn’t, or when there’s a giant splattering of bird poop on the wall directly beside your face in approximately 95% of the pictures.

Awesome.

So needless to say, I’m still debating whether or not this little outfit post is even going to happen tomorrow.  It almost seems just not meant to be.

But at least I got a delicious, heart-healthy meal out of the evening.  Not a total loss.

Night-night, pretties…