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I've always wanted a pair of SFAM denim shorts, and regardless of these being slightly huge around the waist on me I'm rather satisfied with them. Besides, like I've said before: If you're gunna do the "Boyfriend" thing, what better than to legitimately use your Boyfriend's Things?
SHE DIDN'T REALLY LIKE THAT ANSWER? =/
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Although most often reliable and handy when it comes to picking a place to eat when you and your friends just can't decide, the iPhone app Urban Spoon is NOT ALWAYS trustworthy in the suggestions it gives. I posted earlier yesterday night that we had reservations at this restaurant called La Viena; drove by the place which was tucked into this little corner off of Kensington and I know it's harsh to judge a book by its cover, but we ended up trashing our 7PM reservation and decided to look for something a little more... dare I say: presentable. Besides, the kids were treating Dad out to dinner and you can't blame us for wanting it to be a good one, no?
WEDNESDAY: woke up next to him / made our own breakfasts / sat at the kitchen table, read the newspaper / had a date at the zoo (see photos below) / searched the gift shops for wolf shirts / came extremely close to finding one / got lucky and left before the rain started / came home / watched marley and me / cried. / made a late lunch salad / took an afternoon nap / went to wing night / watched sytycd / j's / saw the hangover / laughed. What I love about summer? ...
About a month back, the night before we left for Vancouver, I got pulled over for the very first time (first time = just like the movies meaning panicking, shuffling thru papers, not being able to find my insurance, boyf in the passenger seat, etc). I do admit I tend to ignore the speed limit most of the time but surprisingly I didn't get pulled over for speeding... "driving an unregistered vehicle" is the unlawful offense that I have committed. Um, well I'm pleading guilty tomorrow, although I'm gunna try to play the I-didn't-get-notified-in-the-mail-that-it-was-going-to-expire-there-should-be-a-grace-period-(it was only 2weeks expired)-I'm-a-poor-student card in hopes that the judge will sympathize for/with me. If all else fails, including pulling out my ugly sad puppy-eyed face, then well, it's not like I could do much with $230 dollars anyways...