Top: Pimkie, Jeans: Dorothy Perkins, Boots: Payless, Earrings: F21, Bracelet: H&M

I had a super-nice full-of-fun Friday. I woke up late, had lunch, then went to the mall to meet a girlfriend and do some shoppppppiiiiiing.  Got lovely stuff, you'll see it soon! My brother called to tell me that his friend needed my help in some boy-shopping, so I had to leave my gal pal and help them out. I think I need to start charging these boys for being their personal shopper.  I dragged the boys all over the mall, in search of a good pair of cargo pants, but they got tired soon (these boys and shopping...they do it twice a year, I do it twice a week). They went for a movie to recover from all that exhaustion and I came home to see a gruesome, disgusting sight.
Burgers on our dining table.
Not home-made.
Frozen ones, deep-fried.
YUCK.
I hate them. More than frozen burgers, I hate to see my parents consuming them. But sometimes you just gotta let it go, so I let them eat them. Believe me, it took all my self-control to not chuck them in the trash. (I did that to the leftover burgers, and got into lots of trouble.)

Then we went out for ice cream. I'm lactose intolerant, but just on a Friday, I have ice cream if I really feel like it. I know what you're gonna say- if you think burgers are unhealthy, what about ice cream. Well, smartypants, at least I know what's IN ice cream.
I think.
C'mon, a girl's gotta have SOME fun.