My name is Bonnie, and I have a social media problem.
You might have gotten this hint from my last post.
On the home screen of my iPhone, I have 9 social media apps. And that's only on my home screen.
I have 14 total.
The first step to recovery is admitting it, right?
Maybe I don't want to recover ...
No wonder I am exhausted by 9:30 every night.
We took these pictures near my uncle's house this weekend. The pool behind me is obviously closed, but it made for a pretty cool location. I like the random inflatables. I was trying to convince Mr. A to jump the fence so we could take pictures inside of the closed pool, but he wouldn't go for it --- something about trespassing and the cops. Party pooper.
Mr. A makes me laugh approximately 293 times during each photo shoot. He always seems to capture those moments.
Confession: I have a habit of sticking my hands into my sleeves whether it is cold outside or not. See above. No hands.
I told you I wear these boots a lot. I do so because they are perfect. The crappier they are, the better. You can't have immaculate motorcycle boots. They have to be a little scuffy and beaten up.
I have had this corduroy bomber jacket since high school. Yes, I still wear some clothes that I wore in high school. Hey, I had awesome fashion sense even back then!
Jacket: Halogen (maybe?)
Top: Classiques Entier
Jean leggings: Hue
Motorcycle boots: Steve Madden