No Boys Allowed

Ian recently had a guys' night for their Fantasy Football draft, and I had the house all to myself.

You know what that means ... right?

GIRLY NIGHT.

{Exhibit A}
Dinner consisted of grapes, cherries, castellvetrano olives (OMG), hummus, and jalapeno pretzel chips.

{Exhibit B}
Chilly white wine.

{Exhibit C}
Self-tanning with no fear of smelling wacky.
I like this one.

{Exhibit D}
Mud mask time.
You can get yours here in a small size or jump to a larger size.

And I also admit that I finally put a dent in a show that has been clogging up our DVR for far too long.



And I got through three episodes ... now I only have about 42 left (or at least that's how it seems).

I just can't wait to see if she makes it through her wedding day without a wardrobe malfunction.

Oh! I also gave myself a manicure.

From time to time, a girly night is a definite, definite MUST.

Cheers, ladies!