Talk about a dreary March day here in Chicago. Woof. It’s windy, it’s raining, it’s cold. Did I jinx myself with all of my “spring is on the way” talk? Sure feels like it right now. Patio drinking feels about six months away on a day like today. Then again, I’m pretty sure there will be some good patio drinking going on in Tuscany (in less than two weeks) as we gaze off into the distance at the rows of olive trees and vineyards dancing in the horizon. Does that come across as pretentious as it sounds? Good.
a few goals I've set for March:
2. Get over the death of Whitney Houston.
3. Find the person responsible for the death of Whitney Houston.
4. Learn to speak Italian before March 15th.
5. Figure out how to get people to click “follow” ---->
6. Try to get Harlow to be more independent and not feel the need to lay across my head every night.
7. Start reintroducing a little sunlight back onto by porcelain skin.
8. Send Snooki a congratulations package with a baby Bump-It inside.
9. Acquire entire J Crew Spring catalog. For free.
10. Encourage you to go to Guinness and enter the code DAIL so I don’t look like a jackass with the lowest amount of votes.