Friday Flotsam

Boo!

You were scared. Admit it.

Happy Halloween! I always feel like Halloween is the gateway to the holiday season. The entrance to madness-ville. The portal to crazy town. From here on out it’s full speed ahead! I’m terrified. Hold me?

Quick story! The above photo, okay, so last Thursday night was the opening reception to Chopped Con, that blog conference I spoke at. Gawd I hate that dangling preposition, but I’m not about to be all, “that blog conference at which I spoke.” I need a cigar and a top hat if I’m speaking like that. Anyway, at the end of the reception a bunch of us ladies headed to this KC jazz bar right down the street for an after drink. I drove Ali and Kathryne in my mama-oozing Subaru. Kate like, crawled over the car seats in the back and sat between some teething wafers and a box of wipes. She was so excited! (She was not excited.) During our six-minute car ride, I gave her the job of finding something on Spotify that Ali and I could sing together, obviously. It didn’t take .234872 seconds before The Little Mermaid’s “Part of Your World” was blasting out the open windows, as Ali and I belted our (pretty dang flawless) harmonies into the semi-empty streets of downtown. We sounded GOOD, you guys. You would have definitely wanted to be a part of our world.

That’s all.

The other day I took these here cranberries and pulsed them in a food processor with some sugar, orange juice, zest and some Grand Marnier. And all was right in the world.

Can I tell you something? Like openly tell you something? Come here. Little closer, I just put in a Tic Tac. Tad bit closer. Okay move back just a half inch you’re freaking me out.

I.find.cheerios.everywhere. And I mean, everywhere. And it scares me to death because I’ll wake up in the middle of the night to pee, and with my bare feet I’ll feel and hear CA-RUNCH and I immediately think cockroach. Once I’ve recovered from my heart attack surgery, I’ll flip on the light to find a smashed cheerio on the flippin’ floor. But let me just say this, the floor is the least of the weird places I find them. I’ll end there.

The end.

Sort of.

I still have more to talk about.

These are my favorite colors right now. This muted earthy palette of grays, creams and oranges, tans, browns, gah.

Gah isn’t a color, just FYI. I could tell you were confused.

I’ve been eating this freaking incredible soup since Tuesday. It’s Jessica’s tortellini soup, but instead of cheese tortellini I went with beef. You do remember the freak show husband of mine who doesn’t like cheese, right? Right. This is my life. Deprived of cheese tortellini AND THE LIKES. However, he makes it up to me by making me gorgeous elm cutting boards, singing duet ballads together on acoustic guitar and granting our baby boy with a giant head of blond hair.

You can’t decide whether you’re insanely jealous or completely grossed out.

Can you even believe all that orange? It’s like the sun chewed up a bunch of toothpicks and spit them out all over the earth.

I have absolutely no idea what that means.

K, gonna go dress up my gremlins for Halloweidner! I apologize in advance for what’s going to happen in your Instagram feed.

Get Halloweened!