Who in the hell let me walk out of my house yesterday!?
Aside from the comical/highly flattering commute to work:
I was looking extremely rough during my shift at the store last night.
That's what I get I guess for going to the fair, hanging out in the cow pen, napping at my Aunt's house, then borrowing the Sister-Cousin's clothes because mine were covered in cow hair, slobber and other unmentionables and because I had all of 6 minutes to get in my car and on the road. Oh and for not bringing my emergency make up bag with me before I left my house at 7am.
Estupida Chica.
Rockin' the TOMS and an Old Navy dress...
Oh and excuse the disgustingly dirty mirror at work.
No matter how many times I clean it, I always come back the next day and it has been defiled again.
Seriously.
It was not pretty.
Thank GOD for the brutally honest friends that I have for telling my busted ass that I looked a sure shit #hotmess yesterday.
