consciousness on my conscience

I recently purchased a dress online from H&M for my friend's wedding. On their website, the dress was described as "H&M Conscious" which I took to mean the dress was body conscious meaning the dress may emphasize some lumps and bumps of one's body. I was extremely confused however that the dress would have been described as "H&M Conscious" because the dress was very flowy with a cinched waist. I thought maybe the fabric was clingy or something. I decided to take my chances. 

When the dress arrived (a month after I ordered it - one of the many perks of living on Guam), I noticed that the dress had an open back. I thought maybe that's why it was described as "conscious." You know, in case you have a fat back or something. Hahaha, I don't know. 

So, as I'm trying it on, I noticed a green tag that had "H&M Conscious" on it. 

Turns out "H&M Conscious" is not about body consciousness at all. It's about being ENVIRONMENTALLY conscious. 

The tag reads "70% recycled polyester post-consumer waste".  

Oh WTF?! I'm wearing a poop dress! 

ma! the meatloaf!

I've never made meatloaf in my life.

Earlier this week I went to the grocery with no idea what I was going to make for dinner. I figured I would just peruse the meat section and figure something out. This isn't something I usually do. I usually go to the grocery armed with a recipe and a back up recipe just in case the grocery doesn't have the ingredients that I need - a likely scenario on Guam.

On this day I managed to find some lean ground beef. A rare find at the Guam grocery. I googled "lean meat recipes" and viola! a recipe for meatloaf. I found the rest of the ingredients and headed home.

A few hours later, J texted me and said he was on his way home from work so I got started on dinner.

I was in the kitchen chopping onions when J got home. As he was putting his keys down and taking off his shoes, he yells hello to me and then out of no where yells jokingly, "MAKE ME A MEATLOAF!"

I could not stop laughing because he had no idea that I was actually making him a meatloaf. We were cracking up.

And the meatloaf ended up being alright for my first attempt.