I did it... I retired my private pants. It would have been a sad day, except I now have 2 pairs of the GREATEST PANTS ON EARTH. My boyfriend (that's right, I said it) refers to them as my "Aladdin pants," due to their majestic flowy-ness (He was actually mocking me, but I'm sure it… Continue reading Vietnamese Summer Rolls and New Pants!
I fucking hate New Year's Resolutions, but I always secretly make one anyway. I mean, not that that is exclusive to January 1st, though. I always think that starting tomorrow/next week/next month I'm going to start being healthier/more active/more organized/thinner/smarter/more well read/somehow better than I am. It doesn't matter how much I advocate for loving… Continue reading Spinach Tortellini Soup and New Year’s Resolutions
Hannah and I decided to try the adult version of paint by numbers. Did y'all know this was a thing? I fucking didn't. But it showed up on Hannah's Facebook newsfeed with a timelapse video of someone completing a whole painting in like a minute. It looked like a fucking masterpiece, and we were convinced.… Continue reading Roasted Mushroom Arugula Salad and a Bruised Ego
Apparently I've gotten to the age of going to concerts at casinos. Matchbox 20 and Counting Crows were at Treasure Island Casino last weekend. Hannah and I lost our damn minds. How is Rob Thomas still hot as fuuuuuuck? I didn't even know Matchbox 20 was still together. When I discovered they were going to… Continue reading Mushroom Barley Soup and Matchbox 20
It happened. I caught the feelings. And my soul was crushed. Again, I can be very dramatic. But that doesn't make my feelings any less valid. Went to Hannah's house last night to drown my sorrows in wine and snuggle on the couch. Her husband made us pizza and we watched Netflix (and Sherlock! OMG!)… Continue reading Veggie Tacos and Drunken Tinder-ing