Hm, in my youth I would celebrate this auspicious day with large quantities of jello shots and champagne, partying with a few 100 of my closest friends in scantily clad budoir wear.
Ah, those were the days.
Sadly time marches on. We have spread out across the country, and my ass has spread out across the couch so saucy little outfits are not nearly as fun as they once were.
Having to forgo my one and only VD tradition I guess I will do without.
In other news, I rocked the shit out of my tiramisu this weekend.
Amazing and delicious.
Check one for the melizard.
Weekend full of snowboarding and long walks has left me feeling sore and hungry. I'd say the activity regimine is going well.
Check two.
Pictures were taken on said walk and during dinner where said tiramisu was devoured - Thats a go for check Three.
Hair still growing and smoke still avoiding.
I think i'm going to have to retire this list and come up with some new goals to kick the asses of.
I have a fun plan for when the weather gets nicer which is to figure out what exactly the obscene number of pairs of shoes I own and then attempt to wear a different pair each day until I have used up the supply.
I could be interesting and if nothing else, I can determine which shoes I can guiltlessly throw away.
In the vein of attempting to utilize my uber creative talent I discovered an awesome gift idea for a friend's birthday in the near future. Sadly I can only reveal all post birthday but it will be worth it.
Just you wait.
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