Wednesday Breakfast Date

Good morning!  I’m soaring on a caffeine cloud, weeeeee!

And in case you don’t know what a “caffeine cloud” is, it’s that place where you woke up tired, then had an almond milk latte and end up having conversations about “doily buildings” and choreographing a car dance to “Can’t Get Enough of You Baby” with your husband.  It’s fun up here!


I have a feeling I just lost 90% of my readership, but all caffeine craziness aside, breakfast this morning was at Black Eye Coffee Shop and can I just tell you how much I appreciate a coffee shop that not only makes amazing almond milk lattes but is also busting out their own food?  There is a serious baking/cooking situation going on in their kitchen.  It’s kind of incredible.  I ordered a veggie breakfast sandwich this morning and it was so crazy good.  Thank you, Black Eye, for having the common sense to season each and every ingredient on that plate.  Gah.


I bought this on a whim last week because it was, as Joey says, “so me.”  List makers of the world unite!


We went to my parents’ last night for a little St. Paddy’s Day dinner of corned beef and cabbage.  Because when your grandpa flies an Irish flag in his front yard and your mom grew up in the Irish Channel, you can’t let an Irish holiday go uncelebrated.  P.S. There were green velvet cupcakes for dessert.


I just used a SEVEN YEAR OLD GIFT CARD to buy these earrings last week.  And now I am trying to come up with a viable explanation for having a seven year old gift card, but they all sound stupid, so I’ll just say don’t ask.

we were liars

Remember when I was bad-mouthing this book because it came from the Young Adult section and because that’s a quote by John Green (author of that horrible book I couldn’t even make it 10 pages into) at the top?  Yeah, I ended up loving it.  Like finished it last night and kinda want to read it again.  Like wouldn’t stop repeating the twist to Joey all day yesterday.  I’ve never been so blindsided by a book EVER.  But maybe I should save this topic for another post?



P.S. A “doily building” is obviously a building that has way too much decorative siding on it and comes off looking like a giant doily.  Joey and I like to pretend the people who live there don’t have apartment numbers, but doily numbers.  As in “555 Main Street, Doily #4.”  And there goes the other 10% of my readership.

Wednesday Coffee Date & Real Talk


^^^^^ One of three rings I am wearing today.  Which is probably too many rings.

NEW COUNTERTOPS TODAY!  If all goes well, I’ll probably be ‘grammin the heck out of it later today.  Be on the look out!

Wait, is it ‘grammin or grammin’?

Halfway through that latte, the almond milk design started to look like the cover of the first Bruno Mars album.  You know what I’m talking about.  It was uncanny.

February is almost over and I am like, “nooooo, don’t leave me!”  March is the worst.  So much snow, not enough baseball.  But I will get to listen to Rockies Spring Training games in my office, so there’s that.

Trivia and deep dish pizza tonight!  Be still my heart.

Okay, can I get something off my chest, real (not so) quick?  Here is a thing that happens after you get married.  Everyone is suddenly on high alert for you to announce you’re having a baby.  I don’t know if Joey feels it, but as a female, the pressure is real.  I mean, it’s probably partially imagined pressure, but I feel like any time I don’t order an alcoholic drink the conspiracy theories start whirling around in everyone’s brains.  The other day, someone I hadn’t seen since I got married came into my office and loudly congratulated me and that’s all it took.  Look, I can’t even remember to turn all the lights off in the house before I leave, let alone take care of another human being so everyone can just calm down and get used to waiting many more YEARS before they hear that announcement from me.  END RANT.

In other news, Joey and I had a full blown discussion about how unrealistic it is that Jason Street and Tim Riggins would be BFFs when they are TWO SCHOOL YEARS apart.  That would never even happen.

Happy Wednesday!