The 'she' in this post's title is ME! I had an epic Saturday of fail. What's more epic than epic fail? That was my weekend. Nothing lifechanging or sad, just a huge pile of everything that could go wrong was going wrong spectacularly. Plus it was an epic full moon.
The significant other, sensing a disturbance in the force and imminent girlfriend-meltdown of defcon 2 proportions through texts was smart enough to respond: "Get to a Starbucks for a Pumpkin Spice Latte stat." That's why I'm with him, he's all smart and stuff.
The first pic was how I started my day, before it started unraveling (look how lovely my intentions were!). The second one is Miss Bruno keeping me company while I worked from bed the rest of the day.