wifed up wednesday: sigh, tissue pom poms.

today i realized it was wednesday. i came home from work and i got distracted by video games. because i'm not really a good wife, i just pretend.

i was going to do a picture tutorial like last week but then some other things happened so i made this video. i realize that probably everyone on the planet knows how to make these.

sorry that i look disgusting and sorry that i'm so large. and sorry about my weird hair. and sorry about my dog. but really i'm not sorry about any of it. but i'm truly sorry for the aeropostale hoodie, I don't even know where it came from. i think my friend's exboyfriend. awkward.

here you go! enjoy. next week will be better, i swear.

Tay edited this video for me. I am grateful but I wasn't supervising so weird things happened.

Also, I took way too long and the camera cut off so there's no ending. but here is the end result, in my mouth:

i really hope i don't make a habit out of this video thing or it will defeat the purpose of a blog...

the time Taylor's neighbor got shot.

throughout our travels i have found that when men tell stories to a group of people, their women (wife, girlfriend, fiance) like to "help" them tell the story. even, though, typically, it's a story that the woman was not around for, so most of the time their additions are either embellished or completely inaccurate. and so when this happens, it takes at least double the time for the guy to get through the story because she interrupts, or he has to constantly correct her.

in this video, Taylor tells the story of the time his neighbor was shot in the middle of the night. This was several years ago before we even met, but I help him tell the story anyway.

and sorry, a couple of times I almost busted up, because I think we are so hilarious.

ENJOY. (Nice thumbnail huh?)

 

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