I blame my go go go on my dad. Like it was unacceptable in my house growing up to just be sitting around and wasting a day watching TV. My dream day, to be honest. But he would always be, "what are you doing today?" you should go outside...yeah, dad, I just spent a week at school and nightly soccer practices, if I want a few hours to veg out I can do that. But yeah, not in my dad's DNA.
Speaking of DNA I found out yesterday I'm a descendant of Thomas Putnam, the guy responsible for the Salem Witch Trials. I can pinpoint that exact moment that our family lost our wealth as he was disinherited and his father, also in my blood line, was the richest man in Salem at the time. I mean come on, get it together. That part of my family came from Devonshire, England. My dad sent me a full report on all of this yesterday.
I think I have a white pumpkin candle in my house somewhere but it's meant to be a gift. But if it hangs around long enough I'm going to steal it.
I love Starbucks' banana bread. I've never had their pumpkin bread.
Ballet flats never work for me for some reason, they always pinch my toes.