We just purchased our first mattress! #excited #itsthelittlethings (Taken with instagram)

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Lets quickly discuss something that has been weighing heavily on quite a few people’s minds.

Justin freaking Beiber

Bless his amazing little heart. In case you didn’t see me blow up twitter yesterday, JB is coming to SLC!

Now don’t start your complaining about how he is a girl, or sounds like a baby, or whatever else you want to say. Why? Because. Justin Beiber is…I literally can’t find the words to type. Yum yum yum.

And yes, I am 23 and am aware that he is a tad bit younger than I am. I am 100% ready to drop a hundo (aka $100) to go watch him. And yes, I am ready to be surrounded by a million 13 year old girls with their moms who act like they are having a lousy time, in the nose bleeds. Moms, GET REAL. We all know while you sit in your chairs, acting like you are having the worst time in the world, when really, you secretly have a womanboner. You aren’t kidding anyone.

Also, don’t tell me you really believe the Myans are going to blow up the world before the concert gets here. Hi, those Myans? They love JB too. Get a grip.

So there you have it. Biggest news to hit SLC and I am ready! While we all wait for the concert, you can find me blaring ‘Boyfriend’, sun roof down, windows wide open.

Side Note to Phil: Put your Party Pants on! We are going to Justin Beiber!

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Turns out the library doesn’t accept little kid cards anymore. (Taken with instagram)

Sophia Grace & Rose take on “Moment 4 Life”

I am in love!

Skirts & Dresses

Call Phil.

Me: Billman, will you come pick me up and take me to Old Navy to look for a skirt?

Phil: Sure, be right over.

Get to Old Navy.

Me: Whyyy do all of these skirts look like a polygamist?

Phil: I don’t know, lets buy American flag shirts instead.

(He was kidding)

So then we head to Target.

Me: Oh this is cute! This one is cute!

Phil: You have to let me see them on.

In the dressing room 5 min later…

Phil: Oh cute!

Me: I look like a Pegan. (Dancing in the dressing room) Let me pick your wheat!

Me: Here, hang this back up.

Phil: Cute!

Me: I look like a box. Or square.

Phil: Blehhh

Me: I told you it wasn’t fun to shop with me. I hate skirts.

Phil: Lets go.

Me: No, I want to try this last one on.

(Maxi Dress)

Phil: Cuteee.

Me: Do I look like an Indian? What does this pattern remind you of? Africa, India? Is it 80s mauve?

Phil: Get the damn dress. You will get that dress.

After 30 mins of debate and the shaky dressing room lady at Target wondering what Phil and I are doing in the same dressing room after 30 mins..

Me: Fine. I guess I can always take it back.

So this is it. There is some sick hanging fabric that hangs directly between my boobs which will be hacked off and made into straps. I think it’s cute. For a dress anyway. Now, I will be able to wear something other than leggins and a shirt to my little bro’s graduation. Hopefully my indecisive ADD doesn’t kick in and I take it back before then.