ReallyKatie, this one’s for you!
ReallyKatie, this one’s for you!
Starbucks money-saving tip: Order a tall espresso over ice. Pay approximately $2. Then add milk and your favorite sweetener. Result: a tall iced latte for a buck or two less than you’d pay if you ordered one.
[thanks to BFF Jill for the idea!]
UPDATE: Apparently this is also known as the Ghetto Latte and has been around since 2006. Thanks, Dustin, for enlightening me.
The best part of my (super busy, stressful and, later, migraine-filled) day?
Coming home to find a copy of THIS waiting for me!! A week before it’s available, no less.
How special do I feel? Crazy special. And how hungry am I after looking through it? Uh, starving.
If you haven’t already been reading The Pioneer Woman’s blog, you must start. And if you haven’t been making her recipes (her mashed potatoes changed my life, people), you must.
A huge thank you to Ree for the sneak peek! I can’t wait to start cooking and I’m pretty sure Aaron can’t wait either. I’m almost positive it was the night when I made the Marlboro Man’s favorite sandwich that he decided living with me was a very, very good idea.
Conclusion: these recipes will change your life and very likely encourage a cute, funny man to move in with you.
My sisters obviously had a busy summer between this and their epic Just Dance video.
Yes, this is normal for my family.
No, I wouldn’t change a thing.
GPOYW - Me & Juan Diego - my favorite server at El Rodeo. I give him hugs. He gives me free margaritas.
As Carly said, Juan Diego approves of this message.
My sisters performing Lady Gaga’s “Just Dance.”
Special cameos by my mom, step-dad and junior high cheerleading uniform.
So… This night is pretty great. $1 margaritas, yes please.

You know you’ve found your (for lack of a better word) soulmate when you are at your absolute craziest and they still love you. Not only do they love you, but they are barely even phased by your breed of crazy.
I’ve been so stressed and so anxious and so focused on work and side projects that I know I’ve been a bear to be around for the past few weeks (my control freak tendencies have been at an all-time high). I asked Aaron how awful I was to live with, on a scale from one to ten, and he said “Hmmm…. 3?”
THREE? I was expecting eight. Or nine. Three?
I know this is completely cheesy, but it’s just like in Bridget Jones’s Diary when Mark Darcy tells Bridget that he loves her, just as she is.
As it happens, I love him too. Just as he is.
It’s also sort of irresistible that he lets me take pictures of him wearing ridiculous hats. And he POSES.
And then we laugh uncontrollably for a few minutes and I realize how incredibly lucky I am.