Full Circle

Today is the end of a chapter of my life. Today is my last full and official day at my firm. I admit I cried this morning at the gym then again in the shower and once more over cereal. Its sad, its scary, its just a lot of emotion going on over here.
How do you say farewell to the firm that took a chance on you as a baby lawyer and has helped you grow and learn? To say so long to people who have stood by you as your marriage ended, you bought a house, and tried to find love again? What words do you use to tell them how much they mean to you and you will forever be grateful to them for how they have touched your life.
You will miss the laughs, lunches, cake, the baby talk and all the other in between times when you have made my day livable. Thank you. Thank you for being wonderful colleagues and friends.
I know that I am scared because I have no idea what the future holds, but I know that mine is bright.

The Start of Something New

Happy Monday ya'll! Notice something new around here? Yup, ye ole blog got a facelift! And speaking of new things... I promised you news Friday. Drum roll please...
I have accepted a position with a new firm. After about three years with my current firm, I am sad to leave as I have learned so much and made some amazing friends. However, its time for me to move on. This is a great opportunity for me and my professional goals. Downside and the created of much agony? The job is in downtown Dallas. Oh, did I mention I live in Fort Worth? Yeah.... so I'll be adding a rather crappy commute to my life. Oh the things we do for our careers. My last day is the end of the week and then I will begin my new adventure in August!
So much newness around here!
As for the weekend? Well, it was a mix of celebration and resting. As in I celebrated and the pups rested.

Dinner at Lily's

Cocktails at ProPer

lazy puppy....

I also baked some muffins, tried my hand at a steak salad (recipe to come) and had some great chats with friends! Hope you all had a wonderful weekend and here's to a great last week of work for me.

I'm a Woman and I Can Roar

First, I wanted to say thank you for all the love, prayers and support I received from all of you after Tuesday's post.  I am constantly amazed how many of you truly are my friends, where IRL or just via the interwebs and how much better I felt after pouring it out to you all. So, thank you. Thank you for again making me feel built up, lifted up and loved. But today, I bring you my thoughts on being a female in a man-dominated field.

First, The people I work with are mostly the exception to the rule. They respect me for not only my brain, but also my ability to form sentences and think coherently. In other words, they are not pompous, idiotic, stuck in the 1950's boneheads. And then there are the other people. Yes, those other attorneys whom I have dealt with over the years who just do not get it.

See, I graduated from law school. Yup, did pretty well too, was on that law review thing, published some articles, won a few moot court competitions. Oh did I mention I passed the bar exam and they gave me a license to practice law? Yup, oh and wonderful firm which as been in existence in this great state for over 92 year hired me and believes in me? Yup, they allow me to do more than bring them coffee and be patted on the back, yeah they hired me as a lawyer and let litigate and draft pleadings and respond to discovery. Call them crazy, but they do not think I am some "little girl" "dear" "darling" or "ma'am." Oh they also do not patronize me, grab my elbow and put their arms around my back and speak down to me like I don't understand English.

Yup, I get this treatment from some other people who I see across the courtroom. They tend to be older gentlemen, but I have experienced this from some younger folk, they also tend to be southern. I mean, its 2014 people! Women have been practicing law for quite some time now, they are managing partners of large firms, sit on the state bar, they even allow us to sit on the Supreme Court!

I know that things are so much better for female attorneys than they were just 10 years ago, let alone 40, but come on! I should not have to either act like a "man" or be a "bitch" to be taken seriously or respected among my peers.

Ok, my rant is over for the day. What about you? Do you experience sex and gender discrimination in your field?

A.M. to P.M.

Ever have one of those days where you just go through about every emotion in the book? Ya know, one of those days that ends in you looking something like....

I start each day like

And the puppies are like

and

I drag myself to work, before most others and I am all

I trudge through the day, staring blankly at my computer and typing very important legal documents

I attend meetings

I go to Court and sound oh so savvy

I cry in my office when life is too much

I then go home and cook, clean and land in bed exhausted.

What's your day like?

Keeping it Together

I knew it would happen. Ya know the day in your lawyer life when you, eek, miss a deadline. I thought it had come yesterday. There I was working away on the things left for me to get done after my mini vacay. Tweedle de de.... ho hum,, and then BAM! What? They served that? When? How? How many days? What did the Order say? Its already reset? What?

These thoughts swarmed my lil head. I was so confused and panicked and well I may have had a mini heart attack right there in my office. yeah, total false alarm. I mean I plan, calendar and make a million and one post its, how could I forget?

But, I digress (yeah you totally thought this was going to be planner, lawyer thing huh?) See, it was my reaction. I'm a crier. Things go wrong? cry. Mad? cry. Sad? cry. Boss yells at you? cry. Think you have missed a deadline? cry.

Yup, people, the tears swell up and I lose it. I want to just crawl into a hole and bawl. Productive? Yeah right. It has been a goal of mine to work on keeping it together.

Yup, grown woman here who just sometimes losses it. I'm not quite sure where this came from and when it developed, but somewhere between confidant teen and lawyer I lost control of my ability to see when tears are needed.

So, should you walk by me on the way to the bathroom while dressed in suit and heels, don't worry Ill get it together.

And... Happy Birthday to my BOFF!!!

Tomorrow

Yes, people in just one day, I will be in DC and be hanging with the BOFF and Jenn! I am OMG excited!!!


GIFSoup

Can't wait to get my dance on


GIFSoup

OK, so maybe not that dance, but you get the point!

And Oh you better believe I will be doing a lil of this when I finally meet P!nky & Jenn


GIFSoup

Until then, You can find me doing my lawyer lady thing! Happy Thursday ya'll!

Like Whoa

Sometimes I run across things in my career that make me stop, roll the eyes and go whoa. And I think "Does that crap really happen?" Yeah, it so does.

Exhibit A:

Two lawyers are getting married. One works for a very well-known big law firm. Here is their wedding website.

Exhibit B:

You work on a case for several years. Yes you heard me years. It settles the day before trial.

Exhibit C:

You have friends who are prosecutors who gloss over the fact that they are working a case in which a mother has basically pimped out her own children for drug money. Yeah, they just pop that into normal conversation. One minute its how's your salad over lunch, followed by, yeah you know the case where mom pimps out her kids.... hold the croutons people!

Exhibit D:

A nursing home hired strippers for its residents. Yeah, you heard me. You better believe there was a lawsuit.


Who said the life of a lawyer was boring?

Making Time

See, I did not disappear, go missing, stop blogging or have some catastrophe of life. I merely did not have time! The last three days have been pretty busy for me at work. I had a response to a summary judgment motion due Monday, a summary judgment motion in federal court due Tuesday, plus a mediation, and today I had the dentist and catching up on a plethora of things that went untouched last week due to writing! See, I work! For those of you who know nothing about the law, summary judgment involves a lot of writing! And in federal court, a huge appendix of evidence... aka time consuming, tedious, but I love it! I love legal writing, mostly because it can lead to oral argument, and that is what I want to do.

But in between all the work and writing some fun did occur. I did have girls' nite Friday! There was wine, pizza, giant homemade PB rice krispie treats, dominoes and Frozen. And then we were all home and in bed by 11pm. I know old balls. Saturday was a combo of work, a run, some yard work... Oh yes, yard work. Funny lil story here.

So, I wanted to mow the lawn before I met CT for lunch. So after my run, I pulled out the mower and proceeded to rev her up! Nothing. Nada. So I phoned a friend and proceeded to try again. Nope. Not.A.Thing. So, I phoned a friend again. We went over like 3 things and then he said: does it have gas? Gulp. Well.... ummm (as I fidget to get the gas cap off) Yeah, well ok thanks for your help (not a drop in that thing). Total blonde moment, but hey I mowed the lawn: all by myself!

I also headed to the Fort Worth Food & Wine Festive, Burgers, Brews & Blues event Saturday night! Fun was had by all! Including photos in the rad photebus (yup, as in VW bus)

mini burgers from like 20 different places

beer tastings, which I  had none

And then Sunday was a run in the morning along the Trinity followed by lunch with one of my best friends from high school. We hadn't seen each in a couple months, and it was so good to catch up with her. Then it was off to the Container Store and Target! Project: Closet organization! Let's  just say, my shoes have new clear plastic boxes, and my purses their own little cubby! I finally took my rug home from my office into the house! And then had some spaghetti for dinner, nothing fancy, but just right!

Monday and Tuesday and Wednesday kinda flew by. But I got to be the lawyer Tuesday, to the tune of filing the motion and brief all by myself and handling my first mediation solo! Small inside joke, by one of the partners I work for likes to tell me to "be the lawyer" which scares the bejesus out of my sometimes, but I guess this proves I can do it when I need to!

Let's just say that all work and no play, makes one tired Sophie.... Seriously, pup slept like this for 2 hours Tuesday night! One little paw just hanging out there.

Lawyering is Like Being a Mom

I haven't written about my work like in quite some time. Honestly, its because I have been overloaded with boring letter writing and depo summarizing and well I don't think any of you would find those the least bit exciting or blogworthy... However, I come to you today with the story of the needy client.

I handhold, wipe their noses, tell them its ok, give them advice, and answer EVERY question they have, even when they ask it 12 times and then answer every, "why" that comes after it. I coddle them at times and let them spread their wings other, knowing full-well they will return to my nest in need of mothering. I am their teacher, homework checker and the one who constantly reminds them when this or that is due and past due and now waaaayyy past due. I field calls from their exes, upset friends and irate parents and teachers. I clean up the messes I didn't make and do it with a smile. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, lawyering is like being a mom.

I am emotionally invested in their cases and lives--when they are down, I am down and out. Like my mom used to tell me, I may not always like you, but I will always love you. My clients are my life, they are why I do what I do... but that doesn't mean I always have to like them.

What Was I Thinking?

 

Yeah, so 5 years ago I decided law school was a good idea... what was I thinking? I was thinking: good salary, career, I'm good at this stuff, I want to be a courtroom, respectable.... I mean I watched TV and Legally Blonde... I could sooo do this...

And then I went to law school and news flash ** they lie to you! School is nothing like the practice of law. There are no right answers, no perfect on-point cases, no one uses the bluebook, judges don't weigh and balance the law.... 99% of the time its a crapshoot.

 

Your clients will lie to you, bend the truth, play hide the ball; opposing counsel will talk to you like you're a child and in general just be an a$$; you will have days you never sit down and days you fall asleep from boredom; judges will have asinine rules that require you to jump through tiny little hoops; you will copy & paste more times than you care to count; every 6 minutes of your life are accounted for; and you wonder why you care what you look like since no one ever sees you (aka buy a very comfortable office chair).

You will be a partner's go-to one day and dropped the next. You will write your heart out only to have it edited down to nothing. You will do exactly what you are asked to do and still be wrong. Clients will know your cell phone number and home address. They will love you and hate you, they will want your advice on everything, they are co-dependent!

Your personal life will suffer. You have nothing to talk about anymore other than work, or how bad work is, or why you hate work. Your law friends will be your only commiserates. People will envy your cool job, little do they know they make more than you and work less and have a life.

But.... then there's that 1% of the time when you do something great and you think, its not all that bad. (don't worry the moment will pass and you too will be in the kitchen scarfing down cupcake and whiskey to dull the a$$-chewing you will get later).

Yeah, what was I thinking? TGIF, I'm headed to the bar!

Purple Tennis Shoes

Apparently, my inner Blue Steel

Yeah, so there I stood this morning around 6:30 am, in my skirt, blouse (untucked), blown-dry hair, and purple tennis shoes, nonchalantly walking my dogs, when I look down the road, and see it. Yes, his BMW.... Mr. Boss.

He comes towards, me, slows to an almost stop and stares at me. Yes, its me. That girl who works down the hall from you. Yes, hi, I see you waiving, ok now please don't roll down your window.... I now I am standing here in the middle of the street, a little disheveled waiting on Chloe to poop, but must you stop and stare?

Ah, you have moved on. Ok, well now I know its inevitable that we will have an awkward exchange at work. So, nope not going to enjoy my bowl of chocolate Fiber One (which you must try) and almond milk. Nope, not one bit  because I know about 7:32 you will be in my office to have an exchange about seeing me.

And yes, it just happened. You came on in and said was that you with your little dogs? (kinda in the wicked witch of the west voice, like "and you little dog too"). So, yes I go outside of my house with my hair not done, make up half on, shirt untucked in purple tennis shoes to walk my dogs.

Exhibit A

I liken seeing my boss in public to seeing your teachers at dinner when you were a kid, or the even better seeing your college prof at the bar drinking on a Thursday. Its just awkward. Your work life and home life just seemingly should not mix. Its such an out-of-body experience. And I did it all in purple tennis shoes. See Exhibit A.

My family at dinner Sunday (Me, Mom, Gram, Bro)

Toes in the Water

Yes, you heard me singing a little Kenny.... I want to be no where else but the beach. Sweet, calm, ocean waves, beach. Sandy butt, toes, hands, legs, ears, beach. Book in hand, lathered in sunscreen, getting a tan beach. (you think I like the beach?). But no, alas  I am here.. at work... looking at the pile of to-dos and projects that need to be finished, oh yesterday. And to top it all off, I am feeling less than stellar. (as in sore throat, swollen glands, completely exhausted sick).

I have looked at places to go. I have dreamed of Mexico, Florida, the Caribbean... and then I come back to reality, that I am a civil lawyer, and an associate at that. No earned vacation, sick or PTO time. Just me, the computer and billable hours. I hate Wednesday when that little piece of paper shows up in my box and tells me how many hours I have billed... I cringe... How can one piece of paper make you feel that unmotivated?

I am then reminded that the week before I stared in space for 4.3 hours, yapped with coworkers for 3.2 hours, went to the bathroom for about 1.1 hours, and actually napped at my desk for 1.2 hours. Add that up and I am failing (at least in my mind).

I just need out. I need to be somewhere that no one walks in the door and asks you to write this, research that or draft this. Where someone waits on me, and fluffs my pillow. Where the only reading I do is of the trashy romance persuasion. Yes, I need the beach.

My skin is so pale I make Casper look tan. I started using tinted lotion just to cut the glare and was totally called out on it when Mr. Kent said, ummm did you go tan? I was like ummm, errr, no, totally lotion, thanks for pointing out my obvious lack of color. This lack of tan makes my brightened blonde locks look less than perfect with my skin tone, and no amount of bronzer can give me the hint of summer glow.

So, if someone would kindly book me a trip, make all the plans and send me the itinerary I'm game. Well, only of you can find a heck of deal where I am not out of the office too long as to feel guilty and lose too many billables and a place where I can get Internet, cause duh you know I will work some... yes I know I have a problem, which is why I NEED THE BEACH!

My Big Girl Lawyer Pants

Hi, my name is Lynn  and I am a lawyer. But today, I have to be big girl lawyer Lynn.

Yup, me taking my first depo all by myself (ok so the partner in charge will be 2 inches away). But still its all me! So.... things to know before your first depo:

• stand your ground
• silence is ok
• outline
• listen to the answers
• kill them kindness
• kill them with your firmness
• its ok to be a lil flippant
• trust your gut
• don't drink too much water and have to pee
• when in doubt, turn to the partner next to you and give him the look of fear

So, send me good vibes tomorrow as I put on my big girl lawyer pants and take these depos by the balls!

I'm Pretty But Powerful

Well I'd like to think I am powerful, but at work, I'm more like puny... I know I know I am the associate, bottom-feeder, work horse... I could give your more names but you get the point. So it should come as no surprise when my desk looks like WW2 and I have no clue how many projects I have said yes to. So, I did it last week, I took a day and half off work. Yes, me, the workaholic!

Thursday was er rather rough in my life so about 11am I hit the road! I headed to The Cracker Barrel to meet a friend for lunch/breakfast and indulged in biscuits, pancakes and a yummy salad! It was just what I needed. Then I headed to my mecca DSW! Yes I did a little shoe retail therapy. Three pairs later I headed home to see the girls. We played, had a long walk and then napped. We stayed up late and watched Grey's after some pizza and wine and well it was just divine. Then I delivered DP to my overnight shift friend and headed to bed.

Friday, oh sweet Friday... I slept til 945! You heard me 945! My body clearly was telling me I needed rest. Then I hit the trail for a quick 4 miles, met one of my Discipleship girls for lunch, had a massage, dropped the pups off at Uncle M's for the weekend and hit the road for Girls' Weekend!

Did I check email, yes, did I worry I was missing something or looked bad, yes... but did the world end? No. Was I fired? No. Did my boss notice? well duh... but the point is, as much as I work and know where I want to end up I also know that I cannot ignore my body and mind telling me to slow down and take some time.

Work will be there tomorrow,  but my sanity and well-being won't. Work is only part of our lives and again only our temporary time here. I do not want to be remembered for the lawyer I was, but the person I was, the friend, daughter, sister, mother, wife.... Take time, smell the roses and take a day off. Chances are work will be much better after some R&R.

It Will Make You Evil

It's true people, going to law school and being a lawyer can make you evil. Lawyers are a cult of type-A, overinflated egotistical people who thrive on being right. We connive, plot, strategize on how to be the best, overcome any objection and bill you to death.

Best advice:  DO NOT GO TO LAW SCHOOL, IT WILL  MAKE YOU EVIL. It will also make you boring, and pessimistic. I know I should be touting my profession from the rooftop, saying come all ye, join the throng of the few, the proud, the lawyer, the noble profession. But I tell anyone who even mentions law school to not go.

I know it sounds awful, but I think its because most people have no clue what they are getting themselves into. You should not go to law school if you: 1) are weak; 2) like to sleep; 3) don;'t know what else to do; 4) everyone in my family is one; 5) they make a lot of money; or 6) hate to read. (These are just a few, I can list for days).

Law school is something you have to commit wholeheartedly to. You have to understand it will warp your sense of reality and force you to think differently. Also, law school does not teach you to be a lawyer, just to "think" like one. If you think for one minute there will be a lovely "right" answer for you to IRAC every time, you are mistaken my friend. You will have to make up law on occasion, draw inferences where there are none to be seen, spend hours on end rewriting a paragraph so that you make the language clear enough, but not too clear as you must CYA in case the court does not go your way. You will labor hours over research only to find there is no answer and hey, they don;t need it anymore and your time is not billable.

You will find that most people are well, dumb. Yes dumb. People do dumb things and you will be expected to fix them. People who you went to high school with will see you are  lawyer on Facebook and automatically think you can help them out or give them a discount. I work for a firm people, I do not control my rates or my billable requirements and I do not work for free.

Yes, law school makes you evil. It brings out your inner b!tch and hardens you. You know it has fully happened when you drive in your car and scream to the person who cut you off, "go ahead and hit me, I will sue you." Of you totally chew out some poor car salesman for wanting you to sign a blanket power of attorney to turn your lease car in... hello, you do not need that, just a limited one dude and DO NOT CALL ME SWEETHEART!

I may be blonde, I may be pretty, but beware: I know a lot more big words than you do and I know how to properly use them.

Hi My Name is Awkward

I have experienced a lot of changes in my life as of late. I am not quite ready to spout it all out, but some of you out there know what I am talking about and well thanks for all the support. Anywho,  between moving back to the Homeland (aka Ft Worth), finding a church home, and well re-connecting with me.... I have realized I am so awkward!

Yeah, you heard me right. That I have been coached since I was 4 to be polite, conversational and the interview queen, is awkward. Somewhere between 4 and 30 I turned into this person who: 1) does not like to talk to people on the phone or in person when it involves asking them anything (like hey would you take our picture?); 2) I send random texts that probably should be questions on the phone and then get mad when people call to talk about them. (ok not mad embarrassed); and 3) is very insecure (hello I would rather have someone tell me what to do then make a decision these days).

I often ask when did I become so me circa 1994? What happened to confident, outgoing, talk to a brick wall me? Did I suddenly wake up and go, oh wait its not appropriate to make friends in the checkout line? or did something or someone force me into a small quiet corner? Or did I simply grow up, conform to the world and become boring? When did I become.... awkward?

I would like to blame law school. See, BLS (before law school) I had things to talk about. I went to movies, concerts, saw people other than my co-workers and had interesting things to talk about. Now, I see lawsuits and I talk about briefs (not the underroos), repsonses, motions, depos, insane opposing counsel.... AGHHHH!!! I see torts and lawsuits abounding around me! I spend more time at my office than at home and my dog, well she looks at my like little orphan Annie! My friends, well they look at me strangely too. I think the only friend I have more than 5 words to say to is a fellow lawyer and most of our conversations revolve around... yeah you guessed it.. work (I admit we often lament/vent more than we have intelligent, thought-provoking conversation). And BLS, well I didn't sit all day and wear boring suits. I drank.... for fun and not for stress relief!

So, if you see me walking down the street, engage me in conversation, but be aware.... I may go all Law & Order on you or turn and run ya never know these days!

I've Got an Orchid in My Office

Oh the glamorous life of a lawyer. People think I rush in and out of court each day Law & Order or Suits style, filing motions, arguing cases... Ha! Today I will evict someone, in JP court. (AKA fake court). But most of my days are spent doing various other random tasks that don't remotely involve a courtroom.

Exhibit A: The orchid in my office. This comes to me from my secretary who brought this gorgeous thing to near death last year. See she has no natural light in her cubicle. I have vast window space. So in came said orchid. This was followed by an influx of plants. I currently have a pomegranate tree, this orchid and some ferns. Yes, my office is where plants come to rejuvenate (except I forget to water them).

Exhibit B: The firm website. Yes I have been dealing with our new website for 4 months now. Ya know because its billable hours and all.... Its like pulling teeth to get people to do anything about it somedays. And bios? Lordy! Office full of lawyers who can't write about themselves?

Exhibit C: I lose between an hour and 2 each day to random things. I look up and bam, Ive done nothing related to law. I've stapled, cut, binded, dealt with people's concerns about taxes and insurance... I basically am a glorified hand holder somedays.

Exhibit D: Every Monday I become Jillian Michaels. Yes everyone parades into my office to weigh in. I love that I am able to have the trust of my co workers as they work on their bodies, but man all the other stuff that comes with? I could do without. It has become more a competition than a lifestyle change.

So, when I tell you not to go to law school, listen to me. Save yourself the weight gain as you sit for hours on end, the carpal tunnel from typing and the constant breakouts from stress.

The Revolving Door {aka my office}

I refer it as the Revolving Door... It's like a never ending stream of people: in and out all day long. Partner, associate, secretary, paralegal, repeat (kinda like Catholic mass, which I refer to as stand up, sit down, kneel, repeat).

My office has been a whirlwind of activity the last couple months and especially these past few weeks. I blame it on its central location in the office, I'm kinda in the middle; the purple hue; ample seating; and well I'm cool! (at least I like to think that).

So, its not wonder how I look down at the clock, see an hour has gone by and I have managed to bill exactly 0.0 hours (unless i can squeeze out a .1 or .2 for mentioning a case in the course of small talk). My days seem to have drag less and be more action-packed and stressful. I have a desk of stuff to do and seems like every time I accomplish one task another has moved in and onto the top of my list. My desk has started to look like the rainbow with all my colored folders that correlate to my calender and practice areas.

I also have discovered so much about my co-workers as of late. See, we started this weight-loss challenge at our office. It officially starts Monday, but people have been gearing up, top prize is $1200, and by gearing up, I mean bulking up. Yeah, you heard me... they are gaming the system people! Binging on cinnamon rolls, drinking fat, water-boarding.... you name it, they have done it (and shared it with me). Well I'm the leader of all this, as in I was sucked into keeping track of all of this people because apparently I'm likable and fit and won't make anyway feel bad about them self.... So, add in nutritional counselor to my list of job titles here, which also include, web girl, love advice counselor, etc...

This should be a interesting 12 weeks in my life as half the office parades in once a week to be weighed and measured... yes all in my office! So call me Grand Central Station. I foresee much more closed-door working in my future. Meanwhile, I'm taking appointments from now on, you get .5 of my time so half my price.... I kid! Happy Thursday all!

What Not To Do in NOLA

Ok, so I am currently sitting in my hotel in NOLA, eating Pinkberry. Exciting right? Yeah I know where's my hurricane and beads? Nope I'm here for oral argument in the Fifth Circuit. So rather than partying it up on Bourbon street, I'm  watching a Lifetime movie and catching up on case law. Maybe tomorrow after its done, Ill done my party pants and get something yummy! So, if you've got suggestions lay em on me!

In other news, how many of you watch Lifetime movies and think how on earth do they come up with stuff? Cause I do! I mean come on, as we speak a mom is arrested for smuggling drugs in Quito.... oh did I mention she was sick with cancer and just dating this random guy who takes her to Quito? I mean come one... Or how about the copious plots that involve teens, drugs, pregnancies or teens killing people? What about the angry girlfriend or crazy nanny? I've decided that Lifetime must put random thoughts in a cup pull out three cards and say voila here's the plot! Though I admit, I may spend entire Sundays watching marathons of these movies. Hubs even gets caught in their web.

On my desk at work

The first day I got her!

Studying for the bar

This summer

Dont take my pic again mom

And in taking my pic of me happily eating my Pinkberry, I realized I take an insane amount of pics with my puppy... so here's a small recap of photos of Chloe and I.

So,  Pinkberry in bed with a Lifetime movie, sounds good to me! Happy Monday all and wish me luck!