Epic Chef
"I want to hate myself after this meal." This is my new personal motto.
"I want to hate myself after this meal." This is my new personal motto.
There are no right words. I've seen a lot being written, long ones, short ones, so many that just bounce around in circles. I'm going to choose to use the most basic ones, because sometimes they are surprisingly fitting.
I buy a lot of As Seen On TV crap. It's my vice. Pajama Jeans (surprising), the Magic Bullet (essential), Slushy Magic (so-so), Dream Lites (3 months and my kids are still obsessed)... I like the corny.
In my life, I have never seen Andy devour something as rapidly as he devoured that Chicken Curry dip. Except...well...you know.
One Speck case and Android market later, and Gigi is the proud owner of a pre-school app filled iPhone 4, because nothing is more obnoxiously precious than a three year old with a smart phone. (bashes face against wall.)
Dirty Little Book Club: Wallbanger, The Sinners and Ghosts... oh my!
The Dirty Little Gift Guide... What are you asking Santa for this year?
Fear not, I have once again compiled a list of gift-giving must haves that, if ordered within the allotted by-Christmas delivery time slots, will ensure everyone will be having a very hand-jobby Christmas, indeed.
I'm thankful people have slowed down the cupcake freak-out and gone back to serving cake so I don't feel like I'm stuffing my face like Wreck It Ralph at parties.
Amazing? Mighty? Gluttonous? Life-Changing? Hung-Over? WHERE ARE ALL MY BRAS!?