Greetings from NJ, where the worst of the hurricane seems to have passed.
Which is good, because Bailey had to go out.
My classy head-to-toe? North Face ski coat, Lululemon crops and a pair of really awkward-height Hunters scored on Gilt a few years ago and worn exactly twice. Bailey’s? Yellow raincoat courtesy of the pet store.
So far, this looks like the only damage in my parents’ house, which isn’t too too bad. Oh, and our patience.
My dad tied the grill to the house, which ended up being completely unnecessary but is now kind of funny.
There’s a giant puddle in the driveway, which Bailey really liked splashing through. Thanks buddy.
We stopped at Starbucks on the way home, because just in the case the world ended, I wanted to have one more spinach feta wrap.
Then I basically spent the day eating. I mean, what else are you supposed to do?
Chicken francese with brown rice and broccoli.
My mom made me clean my closet, and I now have quite a few bags of clothes. Does anyone have any interest in buying anything? Lots of Banana Republic, Ann Taylor, J. Crew and Vineyard Vines stuff in sizes 10-14. Let me know if you’re interested and I can photograph some stuff and post it. Otherwise, I’ll be sending it all to Goodwill.
Because they’re sort of big on me.
Although after this hurricane, they might not be any more.
Texas toast.
Spaghetti and meatballs. (With whole-wheat pasta. I pretended to be healthy-ish last night.)
And pancakes this morning. My mom apologized for not using Crisco in the pancakes, which is how she used to make them.
No, Mom, thank you.
Now that the bulk of the storm seems to have passed, I’m hoping to maybe get in a hot yoga class later this afternoon.
How about you? Have you been eating your weight in food so you could float away if you had to, too? How bad was the storm by you?
