Marco says that the international symbol for a peanut butter cookie is the grid fork mark pattern. I only did it because the recipe said I should. Then the FreshDirect guy delivered our groceries, saw the cookies, and asked, “Are those peanut butter cookies!?” (Of course I gave him some.) But I was surprised that anyone beyond Marco actually knew that.
Would you recognize a cookie by its decorative pattern?
I have the urge to drive upstate and take photos of girls in gowns running through hayfields. Go ahead, judge me.
Benton's Old Fashioned - The Cocktail That Tastes Like Brunch
A bacon-infused bourbon with maple syrup. This is the most complex oral barn-raising party that has ever passed my lips. I just wanted to share a dark corner with this drink. This drink has ruined all other drinks for all time.
I’m officially done with all those fruity vodka stomach-aching sugar bombs. I am a bourbon girl, tried and true.
Tumblr has Ruined Me
Spent some time browsing the SA forums and found myself looking for the “like” button.
I’m full of shame.
I love weddings. This is my favorite site for getting my fix. (Once Wed) It makes me want to be a wedding photographer so badly. To capture such beauty, happiness, and love simply sets my ambition on fire.
I want to post every picture from this incredibly playful romantic photo set, but I’ll let you browse on your own.
For some reason I picture Jessica and her man Adam in a photo shoot like this. So do guys want to play dress-up in the park and I’ll take some pictures? Seriously, Email me.
A New Place to Nap
Marco and I bought a new comfy chair for the office less than 24 hours ago and both of us have already fallen asleep in it.
Take a Ride in the Seven-Headed-Wonder...
topherchris took a shower while visiting our apartment last night. I just wanted to get that off my chest.
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