don't mess with texas.

flying standby out of texas isn't exactly easy as pie... which by the way, i've been eating a lot of.

but, while sitting in the terminal for hours at a time doesn't really float my boat, i much prefer it over school. so here i'll sit with netflix and my bag of sand watermelon drops, cleaning out my iTunes.

hey fools.

while my vacation isn't over for another 48 hours,

here are a ridiculous amount of pictures.

none of that even made sense.

but i don't really care...

the sweetest hearts: olli g, and little miss taytum tots.

 gaming. we should get a medal for our gaming, no?

...and herbas with the mountain dew. really, primo?

 there were ten pies. made from scratch. minus the pumpkin. because it is a sin in this family to pass up a costco pumpkin pie.

maizey and taggerson. the most opposite dogs on earth are also the best of friends.

some authentic texas barbecue... praises be to the pork rib gods, and hard 8 bbq.

heyyyyy, julie sister. i like your terrorist hat.

 the blueberry-eyed baby, snickers, the suffocating elf on the shelf, and a baby cousin all grown up.

that last photo collage was completely random...

i apologize?

w/e.

thanksgiving has been good to me.

reeeal good.

thanks, teJas.

love you forever.

texas bound, yo!

...the land where my name changes to kiks, aunt kiki, and squirt.

hallelujah.

i am beyond ready to spend some q.t. with my big, loud, hysterically inappropriate, and most favorite family.

i will watch the family stone tonight to prepare. it only seems appropriate.

see you kearnsies mañana!

just saying.

in the midst of scrubbing my bathroom last night (and while googling "how to snake your drain" because i'm hard core...), my sweet cousin asked me to take a break.

and then she turned me into a geisha.

it's cool. i'm pretty professional when it comes to retaliation.

have a niiiiiice friday. mine has already been filled with the most delightful of surprises: fools who don't do their homework, and teach the class that st. peter's basilica is a byzantine phenomenon. wrong on one hundred levels. i was so embarrassed for her. group projects are the worst...

loves!

i slept through my alarm.

i never do that, honest.

a little miss-higgs for your afternoon/my morning.

[hap, hap, happy thursday, ya'll.]

post script:

have you bought this yet?
i have.
get on it.

an awkward mess.

that awkward moment when your cousin and her date are in the loft watching newsies and you decide that sitting in the dark kitchen beneath them trying to listen to the movie is less creepy than joining their snuggle fest.

that awkward moment when you realize that you've just written a run-on sentence.

that awkward moment when you know spot collins is on screen without actually seeing said screen.

that awkward moment when you're more jealous that melodey is watching newsies than the fact that melodey is on a date.

that suuuuper awkward moment when said date walks into the dark kitchen unannounced and asks why you're hanging out by yourself with the lights off...

that awkward moment when all you say is, "i just wanted to be alone."

...

that awkward moment when he silently raises his eyebrows and goes back up the stairs.

crap.