Grumpy Gills

You know those moments when you hate someone so much

and you just want to tell them to "go to hell" or "check your facts"

but the only thing you can really do is cry?

I had that moment yesterday.

And the person on the receiving end of my odd silence was someone who I truly do appreciate

and I respect him beyond this world.

Last week when I went in for my 37 week appointment the doctor told me I had lost a pound

(at that moment I nearly hugged him) 

and that I was also measuring 40 weeks.

The week before I was measuring right on at 36 weeks

so I grew 4 cm. in a week.

A WEEK!

That's a lot people.

He told me when I came back for my 38 week appointment we would need

to do an ultrasound to measure the size of this baby,

and he didn't want my first one to be "the record breaker".

and the more reasons he could find to get this baby here sooner he would use to get me induced early.

I. Was. Ecstatic.

to say the least.

When I made my appointment for 38 weeks I had to make it 2 days earlier than normal

due to my work schedule and the ultrasound tech's hours.

This meant I was going in only 5 days after my last appointment.

I was a little worried that he wouldn't tell me what I wanted to hear,

but my baby was measuring 40 cm and I was really counting on that working out for me.

After my ultrasound he told me that this baby was 8lbs.

EIGHT! I'm only 37.5 weeks and my baby is 8lbs.

He said that could be off a little in either direction, 

and I'm assuming, with my luck, this baby is bigger than 8lbs.

and then the student measured my stomach, and I was measuring 38 weeks.

Tell me right now how that adds up. It doesn't, but I just wanted to carry on with the appointment so I didn't ask questions about that.

He pointed out my swollen feet for the millionth time and the student Doctor expressed her concerns about

how swollen they were. 

I honestly don't think she's seen such fat feet before.

He reminded her the swelling was part of pregnancy and then she told him

I have trace amounts of protein in my urine, and I have for a few weeks.

(News to me, and I got excited about that because that means preeclampsia or toxemia, and that means get this baby out asap)

But then he said it's not enough to worry about, and everything looked just fine and I didn't have either.

He then checked me and told me that I'm progressing. 

I'm 3cm and 80%, up from 5 days ago when I was 2cm and 70%.

I know that should get me excited but it doesn't.

People dilate and efface way before they actually go into labor.

I could stay here until I'm 42 weeks along 

(but clearly we all know that I am NOT waiting that long)

This is when I got pissed.

This is when I nearly just started crying.
This may be TMI, but it's my blog so deal with it.
Then he said next week they would strip my membrane if I would like.
I did manage to say, in my most pathetic voice "Can't we do that's today"?
I think I caught him off guard, who really wants their membrane stripped?
This girl.
So he did. Now I am 3cm, 80% effaced, and -2.

He said he would schedule an inducement date for around 39 weeks

but he wouldn't tell me what day it is for until my next appointment.

In a week.

I couldn't even find the words to beg him to tell me. I was literally chocking back the tears, not from the pain, but gosh did that hurt, but because I was so upset.

And that made it even harder to breath.

How was I having an 8lb baby already? and Why am I the only one concerned about the massive size?

The longer he is in there the more weight he is going to gain.

The more weight he gains, the more weight I gain, and it's that much harder for me to do anything.

He handed me my paper to schedule my appointment for next week and said

"See you next week, hopefully sooner!" with his ear to ear smile and ever so cheery, happy, peppy voice.

So I just whispered "thank you" and like that he was out the door.

I just sat there for a few minutes and got my composure,

struggled while I tried to put my pants back on.

I even thought about calling him back in the room to have him watch how hard it is for me to get dressed

because I think that's a good reason to get induced. That and an 8lb baby.

I can't lift my feet past the middle of my opposite calf, and I can't bend down that far to pull up my pants.

Imagine that sight, accompanied by some grunting and cursing.

Needless to say, I'm done. This baby is very much big enough to survive on the outside,

and I've got the necessities prepped and ready for him.

The only thing left that absolutely needs to get done is a real good house cleaning before he gets here.

But have I mentioned I can't bend over? 

Please pray for us.

Pray that this baby comes,

and my husband doesn't kill me.

or himself for that matter. 

Poor guy.

And because no blog post is good without pictures, here's a few really flattering pictures of a whale for you.

Oh wait, those are pictures of me, on the ladder, painting the babies room. That's how much I love you baby,

37.5 weeks pregnant and I painted 95% of your room by myself because I'm impatient.

and I thought it would induce labor.

It didn't.

But at least your room isn't completely white anymore.

You are welcome.

And the last picture is Chief and I on our walk.

He is fat and lazy too and get's to lay down to wait for the lights to change color.

Lucky dog.

But this picture is to show how fat my feet really are.

I finally feel like this picture almost does it justice.

Almost.

You've made it this far?!

I'm shocked.

I've rambled on for a long long long time now.

I hope your week is much more comfortable than mine!

The One That Got Away

I only have a few hours before the sun goes down and I again become mortified to be home alone. We will see how I feel after this post if I’ll actually be able to stay and clean, or if I’m going to have to run away, haha. The sad thing is, it’s true. So here’s what happened….

Last Wednesday, February 15, I had the day off because my parents were coming in town that night. I spent all day cleaning. Literally all day, from 10 am to 4:30 pm. The house looked amazing! Jim came home from work at around 5:30 and started to tell me about what was going on at the end of the street. There were a few cop cars, and a few all black under cover cars at the house two houses down across the street. Jim said there were cops everywhere and a couple guys hand cuffed on the ground. Fast forward to about 6:45 when I went outside to tell Jim I was ready to leave because I really just HAD to go to Bath and Body works to get some “spring soap” before my parents get in town. I know, I know, I’m a soap snob and we only had Christmas soap left!! Anyway, we left about 5 minutes later down the opposite end of the street.

After Bath and Body we had to pick up my parents from the air port. Jim had asked me while we were at the air port if I wanted to take my parents stuff back to the house and then dinner, or just go straight to dinner. I was starving (go figure) so I said dinner and then home. Now it’s about 9:15 and when we pulled in I could hear Chief going CRAZY in the house. Usually when we get home he knows its us and he will bark maybe once or twice, just to say hi and then he comes out through his doggy door or he waits on his bed in the kitchen for us. My mom wasn’t Chief’s biggest fan so I wanted to go in and calm him down so that my mom wouldn’t freak out when she came inside. Everything was fine when I got inside and Chief was just excited to see us. While Jim, my mom, and my dad were getting suitcases inside and getting everything situated I saw a couple things in the family room that I had forgotten to take to my bedroom earlier so I wanted to hurry and  put those away before my mom thought that I was messy.

Chief has a track record of chewing things like TV remotes, base boards, our ataman, shoes… you get the picture. We have a baby gate that keeps him locked in the kitchen, and down the hall to our bedroom. we keep all the doors in the hallway closed because he has eaten a Costco size thing of paper towels out of the pantry before too. So this is what things look like for Chief on a regular day.

And that’s what it looked like when we got home too. How was I suppose to know anything had gone on? When I opened the door to the bedroom I saw a bunch of white stuff on the ground before I even got the chance to turn the light on. My first thought was “Holy crap, Chief!! He ate a bunch of stuff out of the garbage can again!” Then it hit me. I was the one that had opened the door, Chief hadn’t been in there. Then I realized all the drawers were opened and it was my clothes everywhere. I imidiately started to scream for Jim (on the complete opposite end of the house) we met in the kitchen and down the hall Jim and my dad went. The sliding glass door was open just enough to get a body through. It’s really heavy, and it doesn’t slide really easy so you have to put your whole body into opening and closing it.

We had been coming and going all day through all the doors in the back of the house and we had left two doors unlocked. We didn’t put the bar to the sliding glass door down, and the laundry room door was unlocked too. Needless to say, they were in our bedroom and were clearly looking for fast money. They only things stolen were a couple of my watches, and a charm bracelet. On Saturday morning when Jim went to leave for tennis we learned they stole his tennis bag with tennis balls and his tennis racket. We didn’t have any cash hiding anywhere so they really didn’t get much. The things that they took were really weird, I mean I had a bracelet from Tiffany’s sitting with my watches, a diamond necklace in a box that was on the same shelf, but they didn’t take those. I kinda feel weird listing other valuable things we had that they didn’t take because well, this is the web and those creepers could be creeping my blog!!

I think this picture helps with explaining what could have happened. The gate was open just a little bit so we think that they had tried the other two doors first. I honestly can’t remember if the laundry room door to the hall was open or not, but I have been in the habit of leaving it open because I like  Chief to have more room, and I know how much he looooooves looking out windows. Either way, Chief was on the other side of the door and no one would venture in uninvited with Chief. He looks scary, a big black 100lb dog, and even if you don’t see him, his bark is alarming. I think that after they saw/heard chief and then saw that the bedroom door was unlocked and that the door to the hall was closed, it was an easy hit. Chief couldn’t get into the bedroom, unfortunately. As you can see from the picture that there is an irrigation ditch that runs right behind our house and you can get into it from either end of the street. No one knows you are back there, and it’s not very deep. It’s probably 5 feet from the top of our fence to the ground on the other side. Then with the stairs to the slide, easy easy easy.

Once the cops finally arrived they were able to find 2 finger prints, we are just hoping that they aren’t our own. We asked the officer if she thought that the incident at the end of the street had anything to do with our house. She checked the report from earlier and it turns out that the guys in handcuffs use to live in that house and were trying to get in to get the rest of their stuff. Unfortunately, she had run into the prior week and they “weren’t very good guys”. We left around 6:50 and the last officer left them at 7:11. There’s a good chance that it was them because they knew the neighborhood, but she also said it could have been as random as someone walking down the the ditch and seeing that the latch was up. Chief has graduated from being locked in the kitchen to fullllllllll range of the house. He loves it, he even treated himself to 4 boxes of girl scout cookies. I seriously couldn’t be more grateful for my dog. Had he not been here things would have been a lot worse. I’m so happy that no one was harmed and that the things that were taken were only material and can essentially be replaced. I do happen to be the biggest baby now. I’m terrified of everything, jump at the sound of ice falling in the freezer, and I have nightmares nearly every night. But we are doing everything we can to make our house safer, and I feel like we’ve done a pretty good job.

*I did not proof read this because honestly the story freaks me out*

Fire Cheesesteaks

A while ago, when I started blogging about how bad I suck at life, Hub had a concern.

Hub: “I think if you take pictures of everything you do, every step of the way, things will go according to plan and there will be no disaster”

I am here to report that is not the case. In fact, I may have just encountered the worst disaster yet.

While browsing my favorite recipe website today I came across a few that I would love to try. Everything that I have made from Favorite Family Recipe has been super amazing, and many have become “repeat recipes” at our house.

I decided that I was going to try to make Easy Philly Cheesesteaks. I just now noticed that the word “easy” was in the title. People, don’t be confused, they may be simple, but I wouldn’t go so far as to call them EASY.

I drove my booty to the store, got all my goods, and came home super excited to make Hub a sandwich and potato wedges (also amazing). So here it goes, step by step to ensure that I do not mess it up.

 

First I made the potato wedges. Yum Yum Yum!!

These are easy. I think the pictures explain it all. Then pop them in the oven at 450 for 35ish minutes, or until golden brown and soft all the way through. (Note: make sure that you set the oven at 450 NOT 350… not like I know from experience….)

Then carry on with your main entrée.

 

*Please excuse the absence of the cream cheese, but it is VERY important!!!*

Combine your can on beef broth and a package of your onion soup mix and bring to a boil, then add your roast beef, and simmer for about 10 minutes (or longer if you are me and need to figure out what the crap you are doing)

*Pre beef, obvi.*

Sautee your onion and pepper in a large skillet. When the roast beef is done simmering, add it to your onions and peppers along with 4 oz. of cream cheese. (or more if you are me and A. love cream cheese, B. have no idea how much 4 oz. really is).

*That really was a ton of cream cheese. A TON.*

Spread the remaining cream cheese on your hoagie’s and add a mucho grande amount of your beef mix. Place your provolone cheese on top of that and pop those bad boys in the oven on broil until your cheese is super gooey and your buns are just barely broiled.

I know this is the part that you are waiting for, forget the directions, they aren’t very good anyway. You are so excited to see the finished product and be so jealous that we had this amazing dinner… but what I’m about to show you is far from perfection.

 

This is real. You think that its just really really burnt? No no no. I’ll tell you what happened. I quickly set the place mats down (ok maybe we are using dish towels at the moment because our place mats had bugs living on them (groooooooooossssssssss), grabbed two water bottles and put them on the table, turned around to bend down and open the oven, and then I saw the tragedy. My delicious easy cheese streaks were engulfed in flames. I stood up really quick because I didn’t believe my eyes, bent back down just to double check to make sure my worst night mare wasn’t coming true, and it was. Is it terrible my first thought was “where is my camera?! No one is going to believe this!” and then came reality, “OH ****!!!! THE WHOLE TOP OF THE OVEN IS ON FIRE!!! I HOPE IT’S JUST MY HOAGIES AND NOT THE WHOLE FLIPPIN GAS LINE”! Literally, the top of my oven looked like it was all on fire. The very center of the oven was in flames, and those flames were connected to my yummy dinner. I grabbed my oven mitt’s and ripped that cookie sheet out of the oven and blew out the flames faster than you could say “Only you could light dinner on fire”.

I was so so so stinkin’ excited to eat this meal, I can’t even describe it to you. I went outside to tell husband of our loss (he was cleaning the pool, surprised?) and then stumbled my way back down the hall into my smoke filled kitchen. Luckily I bought more hoagies, and the yummy beef hadn’t been scalded to death so I popped some new buns on a new cookies sheet and threw them in the oven that I had turned off. I left them in there long enough to brown and I kept my eyes glued to the stupid thing. I moved the gooey goodness from the charcoal onto the lightly toasted hoagies and dinner was back on, and you know what, IT WAS AMAZING.

Next time (if I’m brave enough to ever use the oven again) I might find out how much 4 oz. of cream cheese really is, but other than that, no changes whatsoever. Oh, except of lighting everything on fire. I’ll leave that one out… hopefully.

 

Not even documenting my semi-step-by-step dinner can save me from myself.

Yours truly,

                       -The Natural Disaster

 

PS. Please don’t tell me I’m the only one who has encountered a fire in the kitchen. Please?

Oats, Oats, Oats, Opples and Banonooooooos

Oh, hey blogosphere, I’ve missed you. I have so much to say to you, I could fill up a whole book with the amount of posts I want to post. But, I wont. I’ll just let you in on my latest and greatest.

 

The other day, before work, I decided that I would eat breakfast. I never eat breakfast (sue me) because I never have time. Even if I wake up a little bit earlier so I can eat something, I never do because I have that much more time to get ready. But on this particular day I didn’t have to get ready until 11:30, so I picked myself up off the couch and headed for the kitchen. I had decided that oatmeal was going to be my best option. I did what  any other lazy person does, and I made it in the microwave (it’s so much better on the stove) because I was on the phone with my sister-in-law. I love oatmeal, and I love to put a little milk and some brown sugar in it. I got out my brown sugar and noticed that it was very, very brown, like a dark brown, and when I put my spoon in it, it kind of just turned to mush. I remembered that a few WEEKS ago I put a little slice of apple in it to bring back the moister. I mom did this all the time growing up, but I’m pretty sure that it worked out for her because she wouldn’t go weeks between using her brown sugar. I was instantly grossed out and threw it away. What else do you put in oat meal? I love it an all, but just blain, boring oatmeal? Nooooooo thank you. I thought to myself “I like the apple and cinnamon kind you can buy, so I’ll add cinnamon”.

Boooo. It was so chalky, it needed sugar. So I added some cinnamon sugar, and that was just as chalky, with the tiniest taste of sweet, but nothing that I wanted to suffer through. So I finally got smart and asked Winter what to do. She’s a mom, she has to know the best thing for my oatmeal. She recommended honey. HONEY! Why didn’t I think of that?! My honey bear lives right next to my cinnamon, and right below my brown sugar.

GENIOUS! So I added some honey, mixed it up, settled in for what I thought was going to be the best breakfast of my life, took a bite, and nearly “lost my cookies” if you know what I’m sayin’. Honey and oatmeal were such a terrible combo. The sticky honey consistency and the creamy oatmeal were so mean to each other I was forced to just give up. Not to mention that the cinnamon and cinnamon sugar wanted nothing good to do with everything else going on in the bowl. Needless to say, it accompanied the brown sugar in their forever home.

I was then forced to be healthy. Maybe this terrible experience with the oatmeal was my sign from the Healthy Gods smacking me in the face.

I have seriously eaten an apple in peanut butter multiple times this week. It is very yummy, but sometimes I pretend that the peanut butter is Nutella and it just rocks my world.

 

What would you have done in this breakfast crisis? What do you put on your oatmeal? What’s your lazy person breakfast?

Oh Essie

Recently my friend Taylor introduced me to a new kind of nail polish. I am a die hard O.P.I. fanatic so I was hesitant to say the least. The color I tried was Turquois and Caicos by Essie.

Amazing, amazing. I know. I thought it was super cute and I had nothing else to do than paint my nails. Well, let me tell you everyone, I have written off O.P.I. (ok maybe that was a little dramatic) but Essie is probably my new favorite kind of nail polish. When I say new favorite, I mean I think about buying it all. day. long. It’s like magic on your nails. You know when you get you mani and it just isn’t cuttin’ it anymore come day 3 or 4? It’s all chipped and faded, and it kinda just looks like your 4 year old neighbor did it instead of a professional? Well folks, Essie is a different story. It’s like using a super shiny, smooth kind of paint on your nails, and you don’t have to be a professional! One coat wont do it, but that’s ok because I am obsessed with doing multiple coats. I had the Turquois and Caicos on for over a week with very minimum fading around the edges. I washed my hands like a million times during that week, and showered, worked, even used nail polish remover on my toes and it still stayed on. Now with you understanding just a tiny bit about how awesome this nail polish is I’ll tell you what else I did on my day off other than clean.

I knew I had to buy myself some Essie nail polish because I couldn’t ask Tay to bring hers to work like everyday. I had already checked at Fry’s, and they had nothing. Taylor told me she usually buys hers at Walgreens which is perfect because there is a Walgreens like .25 seconds away from my house. So after I got my house nice a clean, I put my booty in the car, cleaning attire and all, and drove down there to get me some amazing nail polish.
I went straight for the beauty section and started hunting… and hunting… and hunting…. Nothing. My ghetto Walgreens doesn’t carry Essie. I then had this conversation with Taylor aka The Hottest Women Alive (obvi.)

And I did just that. I took my booty to the next Walgreens. Luckily, around these parts they aren’t few and far between. The other 24 hr. Walgreens is about .5 seconds from my house. When I got there, I again, headed straight for the beauty department. There it was, a big, beautiful display of Essie. There were like a million different colors, every shade of pink imaginable, and it was glorious. I thought the heavens opened and angels were singing… Turns out it was just the 12 year old girl standing just down the isle telling her mom all about how maybe next year she can be on the honor roll. She got a C in her class last year, but they will still let her take honors classes, very serious business people.

Anyway, I stood in front of the display super overwhelmed. This was my first official Essie purchase and I really didn’t want to mess it up. I planned on playing it safe and just getting the Turquois and Caicos like I had tried, but they were out. Of course they were out, this was my second Walgreens, and it was the only color I knew was super, and my life would be just way too easy if they had it. At the top of the magical display they have a row for the new season’s colors. New is always good. So I found a few colors I liked, and a few pinks, a purple here and there, but the only way you REALLY know if you like them is if you try them on. Obviously I did, and I was loving it. I got six colors in when the angels stopped singing and I heard a lady say “Mam, you’re not aloud to try the product before you buy it”. My eye’s went big and my heart skipped a beat. I had gotten in trouble and WALGREENS of all places. So I put all the color’s back except for Power Clutch and walked to the register. I bought my product and left. When I got home, I took this picture.

I bought the one on my pointer finger, but that’s only one coat. It’s amazing, but I’m thinking I need the one on my ring finger too?
I had no idea you weren’t allowed to try it before you buy it. I’ve always done that! No one had ever told me otherwise, and when I  told Taylor about it she judged me and said “hahahaha duuuuuuuuuuuuuhhh!!! You’re ridic!!”. If you only knew her voice you would be totally annoyed too.
The moral of the story is, I can’t even buy nail polish, of course I’m a disaster. I tried 2 stores, 6 colors, and walked away embarrassed with just one. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised.

Have you tried Essie? What’s your favorite color? Or favorite kind of nail polish for that matter? Have you ever heard of this stupid rule?! I’m still upset about it, but it’s not going to stop me from buying nail polish again, now I know where to get it!

Today Was

One of those days. You know the day…..

-Where your feet feel like lead and walking is a huge inconvenience.

-When you wake up in the morning and your bed is begging you to stay.

-When you pushed snooze on your alarm clock three times this morning and told yourself “I’ll wash my hair tomorrow”, but you said that yesterday, and the day before… Gross.

*I had to put my hat on really quick to cover up my 4 day’s worth of greasy hair. Sorry*

-When you get home from work just after midnight, and have to be right back there 9 hours later.

-When your friend makes a very poor choice of where to sit to eat lunch. News flash, it was 105 degrees today and you are wearing a sweater and jeans. Don’t sit outside.

-When you eat all your lunch, and your lead feet became even heavier and the bed you left behind  is screaming at you to come home.
-Or when you "touch up" your nail polish just to make it worse. Like 100x's.

-When you really wish you learned to sleep standing up.

-Where traffic was out. of. control. on the way home.

-When you called your dad to remind him you are still alive and he say’s “Maybe I’ve just been reading your blog so I feel like I’ve talked to you lately”, but in reality you haven’t talked to him since he dropped  you off at the airport three weeks ago.

-Or When your mom said that she will talk to you on the weekend because she’s just too busy this week.

-When you got home from work and your dog had chewed on your kitchen table more, but you felt too bad to punish him because he was out of water and it’s 83 degree’s in your house.

-When, an hour after getting home from work, it’s still 83 degrees in your house, and you are still wearing a sweater.

-Or when a piece of Ooey Gooey Butter Cake magically made it’s way onto a plate, joined with a fork, and then disappears into a big black whole called “my belly”.

-When you don’t want to eat left over’s for dinner, and going to get something is too much effort?

-When you just want to sit and watch season one two and three of The Office because you love Jim Halpert so much it’s probably unhealthy?

Oh, you don’t have days like that? Well… then this is kinda awkward…

But if you do, I want to hear about them! Please!!

And I’m proud to say I just spent the last 30 minutes laughing my butt off at these youtube clips from The Office

Natural Disaster: Hub Style

Today, while debating my writers block a disaster struck. It wasn't a huge one, but it's definitely one for the books.

Our pool is a bit problematic. It sits right in the north-west corner of our yard. It also happens that the neighbors to the north and the west have tree's that hang out a little too close to our pool. This causes the pool to be gross 95% of the time. Hub has tried everything. I mean e v e r y t h i n g g g g g. He has taken samples of the water to the pool store, just to have them tell him that the chemicals are great, it's the filter that's the problem. So he changed the sand in the filter, just to have the land lords tell him that they changed it not to long ago, but it's probably time to drain it and refill it. He has watched many many many youtube videos on how to keep a pool clean, change the sand, shock it back into usable conditions etc, etc, etc. I think he loves to hate it, and that's why he keeps doing what he's doing. We've talked about draining it and starting completely over, but who can honestly say they want to pay to fill up someone else's 1700 gallon pool? Not this girl, not this Hub. So here we are, a pool with perfect chemicals, but is slightly green and we (by we I mean Hub) can't control it. Does this stop us from swimming in it? Not on days when it's 115 outside and the house just isn't cool enough. Plus, who wouldn't want Chief to jump on them every 5 seconds while they were swimming?

*I took this picture the day we came to look at the house in December. I would kill to have it looking this good again.*

But today, today was like the first week that we moved in. The pool hadn't been maintained in months, and leaves were falling and the entire thing was covered. Every night, Hub would spend a good hour just cleaning leaves out of the pool and one gust of wind later, he would be right back to where he started. Today there was a flash back. I had picked up the bedroom, and he went outside to play with pool chemicals and try to clean it up a bit. He swept the patio, pulled a few weeds, and cleaned out the pool. It was perfect, and for a split second I really just wanted to sit outside and enjoy the evening. Just when I was realizing that it was 7:00 and still 10000000 degrees, Hub sighed that ever so satisfied sigh of accomplishment, and then it happened. The ever so slightest gust of wind came by and blew a bunch of leaves in the pool. and then another, and then another, and if I didn't see it with my own eyes, I might not even believe that Hub spend so much time out there today. He threw the net on the ground and came inside. All he said was "Every time".

*This picture was actually taken just after we moved in in December. The day before it looked exactly like this, and didn't get better for awhile*

How do we (Hub) deal with this?! Is anyone out there willing to be our pool guy for free?! I'll even let you swim in it for free... :) You can't resist swimming with Chief!

I hate to say it Hub, but my disaster's may be rubbing off on you... I'm sorry! Still love me?

PS. There were plans of having a video on this post, but I don't know how to do that! Help a Sista out!