Cinco de Mayo is one of my favorite holidays. I love any excuse to drink margaritas.
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You know you’ve really compromised for your man when you can tolerate runny egg yolk AND hollandaise on the same sandwich.
When you are headed out of town, and you’re hungry, and you get a call from work which requires you to file on deadline before you leave, and you’re getting screamed at by your fiancé to “hurry up”, the only thing suitable enough for this special type of road trip lunch is a frittata sandwich.
This weekend was tough, being it Father’s Day and all.
The weather has finally broken here in New York.
E has figured out his Halloween costume. I have not.
I had two epic fails last week.
I can’t do it all in the morning. But I try.
E and I have often criticized each other’s wardrobe with the same sharp tongue as an editor during Fashion Week.
Day two of Fashion Week, and I’m already on fumes. So is E.
TO DO LIST FOR THE WEEKEND
Friday morning! E and I got up early to sip coffee on our patio, and ponder what nice things we were going to do for our mommies for Mother’s Day Sunday. I sent a card. E did not. Who’s the better child? Ha! (Just kidding, he means well. Besides, I should really send flowers, too.)
E has this friend, Johnnie. He invites him to a lot of our parties. But every time Johnny shows up, there’s trouble. He makes E act silly, or makes E say silly things, or make E go to sleep and say nothing at all.
I’m training for the Brooklyn Half Marathon, and this morning I did one of my longer runs. Afterwards, I prepared a protein heavy large breakfast, to keep up my strength. And my sanity. When I don’t eat, I’m intolerable.
Rating: E and I–well, rather, E–are still trying to shed the winter weight before we go to Miami in a week. E is being more diligent about eating right than I am. Every time I suggested a sandwich to E, he screams like a girl on a diet in the high school cafeteria as to […]
Rating: Last week, I took residence in the doghouse. I have an issue with being late, especially when it comes to meeting E for dinner or appointments during the week. No matter if I have one foot out the door, work will always keep me much later than expected. If I tell E I’m leaving […]
Rating: When E and I moved in together, my mother sent us a housewarming gift filled with little goodies for our first place together–candles, dishrags, a decorative cup or two. She also sent a white, terry cloth robe with a matching blanket that was intended for me, but E saw it first and claimed it. […]
We had our first house guest spending the night at our place: my best friend T was in town from Hawaii. You would have thought that I would have woke up early to greet my friend and get breakfast started. Nope, I was too ensnarled in my dreams and the bed sheets to get up […]
The thing I admire most about E is that he’s always happy in the morning. No matter if he’s hung over or hasn’t gotten 8 hours of shuteye, or it’s raining out or he has a tough day of work ahead of him, he’s always in a good mood when he wakes up. “Good morning, […]