As much as I love you I need you to know that you can never move in here again...– Mom, regarding compact flourescent bulbs
Georgia Vidalia Onions
are my jam. Put them in anything and I’ll eat it - but my absolute favorite is throwing them in foil on the grill. In lot’s of butter. Because that stereotype of citizens below the Mason Dixon is not an exaggeration by any means. Anyway today I was excited to see Garden & Gun’s email (from which those photos are blatantly stolen) featuring Chef Tyler Brown’s Sweet...
You know those people that purchase baby dolls that are incredibly life like? And pretend they are real infants? No? Check out Reborn Baby Dolls. What about the ones who adopt baby monkeys and think that THEY are real infants? I swear they exist. NatGeo says so in their documentary “My Child is a Monkey.” Yep, look at that bucket of crazy. If I were to own an adorable mini pig...
My father just purchased an IPad
From Sam’s Club of course. Let it be known that he learned to use a computer less than two months ago… “I wish you were here, that way you could help me set it up. And by that I mean, I could watch you set it up.” And let the barrage of “how do I…” calls begin - he’s already frustrated that I can’t specifically recommend “the good...
Southern Food Bracket
Garden and Gun magazine is one of my favorites - although I neither garden nor shoot things. Still, it’s a great southern publication - they also have a great online presence and send badass newsletters. So in honor of March madness they conducted the Ultimate Southern Food Bracket - a culmination of all things delicious (and fried, and buttery - live the stereotype). Check it out here. ...
Embrace the prep.
Me: I want to call him and say DO YOU KNOW I'M A GIANT PREP
Ben: where iz my Vampire Weekend tix, plz?
Me: I can wearz pearlz?
Ben: and my topsiderz?
Dear Gentlesirs of the Boston Metropolitan Area,
I’m not sure who you have been talking to recently, but “Ay Babay” is neither an appropriate nor efficient pickup line. I understand that PitBull and T. Pain probably seem like standup gentlesirs themselves, and as such you want to be like them. But stop it. Warm Regards, Ladyfolk of the Boston Metropolitan Area
Today my outfit involves - A Red Sox tshirt, in honor of Opening Day. And Snow Boots, in honor of the fact that it is snowing outside. Now, Massachusetts, I defend you frequently. My friends and family in Virginia, North Carolina, Georgia and Florida call you names like “Alaska” or “Siberia.” And ask me if I commute via polar bear. I say things like “it’s...