lost in the city.

apparently i rely on my iphone for directions a lot more than i realized. no international wireless service = one hour detour around vancouver. love taking the scenic route in five-inch high heels. taxis are for wimps.

{and then we stumbled upon the olympic torch.}

not my passport. {three.}

now i'm really sure my cat ate my passport. i mean, realistically where else could it be? ha. time to fill out a new application.

more things that are, clearly, not my passport:

{circa 2000. i was a diehard *nsync fan.}

{clearly, not my favorite boy band. see, diehard *nsync fan.}

{i could be my mom's twin in this photo.}

{wohelo. former campfire girl. woot.}

as seen on tv: forever lazy.

this train wreck of  a garment is about about five gajillion times worse than the snuggie.

places you should NEVER wear your Forever Lazy jumper/smurf-y fleece prison uniform*: 

1. football tailgate party
2. any tailgate party
3. ...any public location

{ick.}

*how else do you describe it?!