Gotta Go, Gotta Go, Gotta Go Go Go

Welp, time for another post, I guess. I am a little drained today, and I don't have a lot to say about the outfit I'm posting, so this should be short. The day we took these pictures, we were with a couple family members, and in a BIG rush to get going on the day, so I didn't really stop to check that I didn't look completely bizarre . . . so that's why I do. (Kind of a running theme here, eh? I'll start to learn from that sometime here soon.) Just trust me that these poses made some kind of sense at the time.

Vest: Target (Gift from my momma/sissy. I have a bad Target.) Shirt: H&M. Jeans: American Eagle. Flats: DE Boutique via DSW.

These are intentionally goofy poses.

This is me not realizing my husband was photographing yet. Cool.

Note: if you noticed that the song I referenced in my title was the jingle to a commercial for laxatives, ten points for you. Sorry for invoking such an awful shared cultural memory, everyone.