I killed that little bastard.

Well, well, well, look who finally showed up for school blog today.

I had every intention of blogging this week but then I just drank a lot.

Which you all got to witness first hand on Monday... Except it's Thursday now and I've yet to produce anything since. My bad.

My holidays were nothing really worth posting about.

I didn't get engaged (shocking, I know), I didn't receive any Apple products (thanks a lot, mom), and I believe I was called a smart ass at one point. 

Love those holidays.

I did, however get some pretty sweet TOMS that are Florida State colors. So, there's that.

Also, Ella wore some antlers.

Really I just need some photos in this post so here's what you get.

Yesterday I killed a bug all by myself. I didn't even scream or panic or run around like it was trying to steal my virtue. Ok, maybe I panicked a little bit, but that's beside the point.

I did it. I killed that little bastard all by myself and properly disposed it in the potty.
We had a little stare down, mono e mono, and that's when I saw in his little buggy eyes that if I didn't take him down he was going to eat me and the dogs in our sleep. 

I'm chalking that up as a #singlelife win and giving myself a big ass pat on the back.

Even if said bug was smaller than a dime. Not the point!

Really though, why the hell is blogging so hard this week?

I mean, I could sit here and tell you about how I watched Pitch Perfect for the first time ever and I cried a little bit. So I guess that means I actually have a heart inside of me somewhere. Go figure.

I should go now and maybe make a New Years resolution to write better.