Oh, well hello...

Oh, Chuck Bass. 
It's you. 
I'm so glad that you're sitting on my couch right now. You and your soft, sexy voice, slick-suit wearing, and sleek-hair doing. Oh Chuck, you had me at, "Hey cutie, what's for dinner?" 
Now shut up and buy me something. 

Weekend

Over the weekend we took a visit to IKEA and spent far too much money purchasing nursery items for Jude's rather boring room--including some beautiful frames to hang up all the prints Adam's designed just for Jude. Finally. 
I get a little out of control at IKEA, let alone buying things for the little man, and haven't felt that alive since the water tubing incidence of '06. 
Word to the wise: unless you want to laugh hard enough to break a rib, don't flop onto a one-person tube with a muscle-packed little sister riding on your back--with a lunatic of a father manning the vessel. 
Anyway, night shifts have taken my sanity, so please excuse me while I grab a wooden spoon and a carton of Breyer's. 
Au revoir.

Baby Boy Blue

Are you as obsessed with those BLUE jeans as I am? I'm dying. Best $9 at H&M I've ever spent. EVER. 
I think we'll get Adam a pair of mustard ones and be that weird family that thinks something like that would be cool.
Cheers. 

Hey Guys

Sending you peace and love on this beautiful Thursday. 
All you need is love. 
And Jude says "hey." Hey Jude.  

Crepes with supermodels

I've been neglectful because, surprise, surprise, I've been working. 

Psht moneys buy more clothes--or pay off more bills. And since all I've been doing is giving shots and talking down sundowners, I'll share what we did over a week ago we some darling, darling friends from Vancouver. Say hello to Loral and Matt. 

Loral's a supermodel. Matt is her awesome husband. These friends of ours travel a lot--like two weeks every month a lot--but we finally got them to meet us in Portland for some fantastic crepes. Thanks, guys! We need to do this again! 

p.s. Tomorrow is Fastnacht Day. If you don't know what that is, Google it. 

Otherwise, just a friendly reminder to stuff your face with donuts :) 

It's Over

Dear Red Velvet,


I see you over there.
Staring at me, with what's left of you after Valentine's Day, glittery in that shiny glass trifle dish--you're like a gem just waiting to be picked up and loved.  
Say it: you want me. 
And I want you. 
But listen, you're no good for me. Last night I stood in a pitiful, self-loathing shower after meeting the two new friends who have taken residence on my woman hips. 
Their names are Love Handle 1 and Love Handle 2. 
And they're mean to me. 
And although you've always been good to me, Red Velvet--making finishing dinner that much more exciting and filling my soul with sheer buttery bliss--you did this to me. 
And for that, I can't. I just can't. 
I'll save you for husband.


Woefully,
Britney

Sweet Valentines

This year, I've got two valentines to spend my day with :). Tonight, we enjoyed some delicious sugar cookies decorated with sweet icing and sugary sprinkles. I ate 5 of them. Jude had 2--and was off. the. wall. for about 20 minutes before bedtime. Wow, Jude. You just took screaming dada to a whole new level. Annnnd soon afterward I fell off the kitchen chair, rolled myself onto the couch, cracked open a textbook about cancer, and inhaled half-a-bag of Trader Joe's Pirate's Booty. That stuff's just air, right?
p.s. Have an extra sexy Valentine's day, loves!