Finally, some good news. Good or bad… I vote good.
Susan is just my favorite… full of all kinds of information I hope isn’t true.
Awesome. My horoscope is awesome… how about yours?
Last night I decided to have a super cheesey birthday dinner to make up for the roller skating that didn’t happen. I decided Melting Pot. See what I did there. Cheesey. Yeah, you get it.
So, I made fun of the Melting Pot. I made them promise not to sing. (They did, however, provide the only candle I had to wish on.) And then, I ordered 3 courses of fondue. Awesome. And ridiculous.
Halfway through dinner, I forgot the cardinal rule. Don’t eat off the fondue fork. Oops.
I now have a 3rd degree burn on my lip. It is 100% attractive, if by attractive you mean that everyone who I point it out to goes, ooh, that looks like it hurts!
Happy Birthday to me.
I’m on a boat! Birthday dinner cruise!!
I have never like or noticed Chris Hemsworth and suddenly I see him daily and I am I taking it as a sign that I am also supposed to be swoony and starry eyed too. Which isn’t hard. Have you heard him speak??
This is not a drill.
Did You Know?
Graffiato turns one on Saturday, June 23. To celebrate, we are bringing back one of our most popular dishes, sweet corn agnolotti. The pillow-shaped stuffed pasta will be offered throughout the summer, as long as the sweet corn lasts.(They are also getting ready to debut a brunch menu but I’m stuck on the agnolotti. As everyone should be.)
THIS! OMG! I LOVED THIS SHIT! I will order just crap tons of this! SWEET CORN ANOLOTTI! I LOVED YOU! I MISS YOU!
(via champagne-campaign)
My hometown news does a super adorable story about a couple of 80 year olds who match their outfits everyday. Click through and watch the video. Adorable.
I did do my good deed of the day! My poor sleepless friend, K, needed an earplug recommendation. I love my blue earplugs more than I can say. I am sending her a few to test out. I hope they help her sleep like they have helped me!
From the terrible, insane traffic to start it, to the long conference call during lunchtime which kept me from actually eating a lunch, to the general feeling of malaise and feeling sorry for myself… I just can’t with this shit. I need a break. I need some good news. I need a smile. Tomorrow is a new day, this weekend is coming quickly and a new year of life is upon me sooner than I care to think about. Things will change. Today was just a bad day. Tomorrow will be better.