I work at the Gap.


...I'll pause so you can laugh.


This is ridiculous for several reasons. First an foremost, I never imagined a time when I didn't feel sorry for spending entire days of the summer watching marathons of What Not to Wear.

Second, it's not fair that I have a basically minimum-wage job that I feel so vastly underqualified for. Let's be honest, I can no better give people fashion advice than I can give them, like, car insurance.

Thirdly... it is literally in my job description that I am required look fashion-forward whenever I'm working. Um... so there's that. I - I just really don't have anything else to add.




In other news, I'm going to be a substitute teacher. As soon as my Minnesota teaching license shows up.

So, if we count the Army, the job tally is up to FOUR. I win.

Lindsay and I are listening to the Avett Brothers. It has been MONTHS and MONTHS. It is just what the doctor ordered. SAY LOVVEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Lastly, the grocery store by our house has an Indian food section. And it's basically the best thing that's ever happened to me. The food looks completely disgusting but tastes like heaven. Spicy green heaven.