Finding your Jamie Happy fall y’all! Tis my favorite time of the year. Now if it would just get cool enough that I could break out all of my fabulous sweaters and hoodies.
I love sweata weatha. You know, those 10 to 14 days we get here in Texas that we can wear our cute clothes without sweating like a priest at a screening of Lyle, Lyle Crocodile.
I am so thankful that I have a husband. I keep hearing horror stories from my single friends that make me more and more thankful each day.
It seems like every week or so, one of my friends tells me about the awful date or hook-up that they had. And, after watching that damned Dahmer series on Netflix, I worry about them all.