In which Emma writes about why it’s really hard for her to not bring up the formal wear store Frills and Fancies in every conversation, and also talks about her cats, duh.
In which I announce the fact that I’m going to be on the radio tomorrow and talk about how awful the weather is today, which may or may not also happen tomorrow on the radio.
In which Emma gets all festive and glittery.
In which Emma is tired and skips the intro.
In which I describe the intensity of the most intense week I’ve ever had EVER (NOTE: actual intensity of said most intense week is not guaranteed).
In which Emma realizes that the world just looks better through Instagram.
In which Emma announces her intentions to (finally) (maybe) actually get organized and then posts a bunch of pictures of her cats sleeping and looking at things with scorn.
In which Emma shows pictures of awesome things rather than complaining about being sick, and then does the whole photo-a-day thing, natch.
In which Emma clings to the final drops of the dregs of summertime and shows you some pictures and stuff.
In which Emma writes a crappy summary because The Real Housewives is on.