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Friday Flotsam

brunch at American Slang

YADIRF. FRIDAY. yaDIRF. FRIDay. Yadirf. Friday. Listen to this crazy dream I had! You’re like, “Or not?” Two nights ago I woke up over and over and over having the same dream. Stuck in it. Not able to get out of it. And I would call it a nightmare, but let me tell you about […]

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Friday Flotsam

kids and dirt and feet

FREEEFRAAAFROOOOFRUUUUUfriday. WHEN DID TACO BELL GET SO EXPENSIVE? (Why am I yelling.) No but, when did Taco Bell get on board with normal rip-off prices? I’ve always relied on the TB for the dirtiest, cheapiest tacos, and I mourn that that era is behind us. Get this, we spent nearly FIFTEEN DOLLARS at Taco Bell […]

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Friday Flotsam

garden flower

FRIdillydoodadAY. I forgot to tell you the craziest story! Like, crazy. It all happened long ago on the muggy afternoon of August 23rd, 1976. Wait, that’s something else. It was Father’s Day eve, 2017. A mere three weeks ago. Um, do you remember how hot it was?! Remember how I (adorably?) updated you every other […]

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Friday Flotsam

brunch scene

FraHAHAHHAHAHAHiday. So I’m digging Glossier! I’m totally into my little Phase 2 Starter Kit purchase thingy. I CAN’T DECIDE (you’re going to get super mad at me) what I think of Boy Brow. Only because I think I need someone to guide me. Remember my eyebrows are like tiny horse hair pube brooms, so they […]

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Friday Flotsam

backyard flowers and a gold windchime / Bev cooks

FriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiLLELUJAH. I need help. DON’T LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT. My coffee grinder just went on the fritz. (not to be confused with, my coffee grinder is puttin’ on the ritz.) It died on me this week! And we’d only had it for six months. What GIVES, grinder. I think it’s my fault. (you’re like, […]

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