Fr- 2 4 6 8 who do we apprecia -IDAY. (<–that didn’t work.) Okay, girls. WHERE MY LADIES AT. WHERE MY BOOS BE. WHERE MY BAES STAY. This is already incredibly uncomfortable. Who here uses Poshmark? And also, what is Poshmark? Is it like ebay? Because it seems weird, but I just might be old […]
You know those meals that leave you stunned and speechless and psychotically gleeful? THIS. This. This! THIS! t h i s. You’re hesitant, I can tell. But I will change you. First of all, there’s this show. This Netflix docu-style food show that Aaron and I recently discovered and are just loony over. It’s called […]
Yes MORE PASTA. But I don’t think you’ll be mad about it. Because it’s puttanesca. Which is a painfully unfortunate name. But my version is stripped way down! Which is an even more poor choice of words. Let me start over. There are toooooons of putt putt (<–no) recipes out there, but I’d like for […]
Flippidy floppidy frippidy Friday. Ruggies! Wait, let me start over. Ruggers! Okay hold on. RUG LOVERS. (there we go.) I need a rug. A giant rug. Like, a Herculean area rug of mammoth proportions. BECAUSE, guess what. Remember how we talked about leather sofas a few weeks back? Wellllll, we got one! THE ONE. Article […]
At least I think that’s how the saying goes. HOW IS IT MARCH? I know I say this every month, but – HOW. IS. IT. MARCH. Not that I’m wishing for January again. Hayell naw. I’ve been following the weather forecast on an extra psychotic level lately, and it APPEARS, and I don’t want to […]
Your new go-to weeknight pasta. Right here. This is it. This is she. This be her. What? And it has heavy cream in it so you can go ahead and do a triple axel twirl throw jump toe pick. Feel better? This pasta dish is EXACTLY what you want in a . . . well, […]
F r r r r r r r r r r r r r r r i i i i i i i i i i d d d d d d d d d a a a a a a a a a. Y. Okay. Mom friends. Mom friends of tiny, germy gremlins. I […]
MORE LIKE FUNDUE. (oh please, you 100% saw that coming.) Baaaaack in the day, when Aaron and I were freshly married and living in our downtown loft in Kansas City and I had a good tight neck, we hosted annual Christmas Fondue parties. Like, every year for YEARS. For maybe three years. So not every […]
Am I the only one who desperately wants to pet those little chickpeas and call them Frank? This appetizer! First of all, I can’t take credit for it. It’s not mine. But I did inhale 5/8ths of it in 12 minutes flat. Does that count? My sweetie pie/travel partner gal friend Sonja of A Couple […]
FeeeeeeeeeeeeRILLY DEE DO DAY. I’m warning you now, today’s Flotsam is basically one Herculean poll. I mean, POOOOOOLLLLLLLL-ah! It’s what I do leave me alone. First up! Curling iron or a curing wand? I’ve always used a curling iron. A one-inch Conair from the ’80s. But it seems like KIDS THESE DAYS are more into […]
