I don’t even know how to talk about this week. I don’t have words. To begin the week with a horrific tragedy that will haunt me every single day as I kiss the kids’ little foreheads as they walk to the side school door. I can’t talk about it. That’s not something I can do in here. I don’t have the bandwidth. I only have anger and sadness and frustration and disgust. I will say, watching the protests all week of the these fired-up young people in the various capitols across the country is very encouraging. Not that certain politicians even give an ish, but it’s exciting to see that fire. Yes please!
And then we’re ending the week with some hiiiiighly satisfying news. AT LAST. But we won’t talk about that in here. I know you’re more interested in high waisted jeans and nostril serums.
No, there’s no such thing as nostril serums.
Wait, is there?
Okay, if you’re a child of the ’80s, you NEED to follow this account. I’m telling you, every single post will have you like, “Yessssssss! I forgot about thaaaaat!” Or you’ll hear the beginning of a commercial from 1985 and the rest will come flooding your brain hole. It’s astounding what we remember.
The sounds of it all. The VHS tapes. The cassette tapes. The games. The colors and shapes. The way people danced and move and spoke. It all had a such a specific vibe to it, I’m obsessed.
We’re always talking about the ’80s to our kids: the things allowed, the things people got away with, the movies, the things people in general just didn’t care about, it was such a wild time! (or so I’ve heard. I grew up southern baptist, so…)
However, if the ’80s and ’90s were to fight each other, WHO WOULD WIN?
What was the better decade? This is tricky. Answer thoughtfully.
And yes I know it’s all subjective based on age, but it’s better than googling nostril serums!
(you are, aren’t you?)
I still have yet to watch Where the Crawdads Sing! How is this possible. That is silly. I’ll make it happen at some point soon but I just needed to vocalize the audacity.
I also still haven’t watched any of Daisy Jones! How is this possible. That is silly. I’ll make it happen at some point soon but I just needed to vocalize the ebarrassment.
I realized something at a park playdate yesterday.
I’m totally okay with Santa, the Tooth Fairy and the Easter Bunny not being real. Absolutely fine with it. But what I really, REALLY want to exist are mermaids. Like if I squint my eyes just right, they exist. Mermaids exist. How cool would that be? Why don’t they exist? Because they completely could. Matter of fact I think they do.
Like I’m almost positive they do.
But not nostril serums.
It’s our anniversary on Sunday! Eighteen years which is bananas. It’s going to be 75 degrees and sunny and that is gift enough. I’m already scouring for estate sales and putting together a list of potential outdoor projects for us. Aaron is thrilled.
From this week: two soups! A Green Coconut Curry Noodle Soup with Mushrooms. And the video! Absolutely delicious. And then an excruciatingly simple Spinach Tortellini Soup with Peas, Arugula, Mint and Crisped Prosciutto! Plus a video for that one. Completely divine. Bury yourself in both. Stat. I also posted a video on my pretty thrifted dishes, if ya fancy taking a look!
We’re making pizza from scratch and I’m having wine with besties as we nail down a Variety Show theme tonight! What are you doing?
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