Friday night we went out for Mexican food, came home and finished cleaning up (family coming over for football on Saturday, obviously), and then I devoted a few blissful hours to September's Vogue. The September issue of Vogue requires a few hours (since it's the size of a phone book), but I always look forward to it. In 2006, I read Vogue on our honeymoon. In 2009 I read it soon after we'd just put a contract on our first house. This year I read it the night Jared accepted a promotion at work.
See? Vogue means good things.
Pictures are ones I took and posted on Instagram