Damn, It Feels Good To Be A Garrett

it's monday and i'm coming down off of the best weekend.  no alarm clocks, a spontanious friend sleep over, home made pizza, a celebration for a sweet friend and her soon-to-ber baby girl ryman (is that the most perfect baby girl name or what?),  and a wedding shower of our very own.  i even washed my hair for it.  this is a big deal, people.

 

 

if you thought these hats didn't light up you'd be wrong.

 

 

i ate that cake for breakfast the next day.  obvi.

 

 

drove around running errands like this all day sunday.  welcome to the south y'all.

 

 

bling it home girls.  plastic rings are still fun even when you're 30.

thank you to my sweet friends liz, heather, siebe, and jenn for throwing us the most perfect party.

damn, it feels good to be a gangsta garrett.