Generally speaking, real G’s move in silence like lasagna but I had to share this story.
Yesterday during one of the rare Gia naps, I stealthily tried on ensembles in yet another attempt to figure out how to be Project Runway ready and airport comfy at the same damn time. During my attempts at achieving sweat pants chic, Gia woke up and began giving fashion advice, which I happily accepted considering I always like a pic snapped of me in the potential outfit (a la Tracee Ellis Ross) to get a feel for it, and she’s grown enough to help out. She came to the conclusion that since I couldn’t find anything to wear, I would just have to stay home with her and Dr.Daddy. #ToddlerLogic
Day trips don’t bother me, I’m used to them. But this one is a day trip to LA… from PensylTucky and it’s literally a day trip… like 24 hours and I’ll never see the inside of a hotel room. I’ve got my iPad, books, Delta drank vouchers, flats, socks and scarf that doubles as a blanket. Now I just have to figure out how to not have to poop. #TheStruggle