Drinks and booty shaking with my girls. (a.k.a. The Only Possible Solution to My Day.)
The longer it snows the longer it is still officially “sock season”.
- For Valentine’s Day I made 2 apple-caramel cakes. One for sharing, and one for… not sharing.
- When my husband came home and saw the entire ‘not sharing’ cake was gone he knew better than to ask if I’d had company. He knew what had happened.
- I had cake for dinner.
- Also today my ignorant stance on laundry (that stance being “Own a hundred pairs of panties and do laundry never”) almost bit me in the ass: I ran out of pants.
- Never fear! Knee-length tights, thigh-high socks, leg-warmers and a long sweater to the rescue. Most importantly; I was warm.