Because I'll be damned if the French are going to have a nail polish look that I can't dupe at home.
A little slice of this and you'll be in Victoria Sponge rhapsody.
Happy hour is great until the next morning, when you've got to throw up a pony tail and try not to puke while learning to lay tile so you can have a bathroom floor, because you really need a toilet in your days-away home.
Let’s file our talons to menacing points and rip up all of our clothes, mkayyyyy? SUMMER BREAK FOREVER, BITCHES.
I've finally figured out how to clean my house mostly using stuff you could eat in a zombie apocalypse.
PUT DOWN THAT BLUE BOX RIGHT NOW. Here's my go-to recipe for perfect, gooey, delicious homemade macaroni and cheese. (With a bonus gluten-free option that's just as amazing.)
I challenged myself to do at least one "Fun & Free" activity every day this week to bust my slump -– like a challenge within a challenge.
I’ve been going to the bathroom in a Home Depot bucket for months at this point, usually in my future bedroom closet.
There are certain consumables that I must put in my body EVERY time I am at Disneyworld. One of these is Dole Pineapple Whip, aka The Edible Smile of God.
I was starting to worry that you all thought I was a bitter Pinterest-hating crone who sat in my cave making pins fail on purpose so I could write about them.
It’s weird being in a house for so long that doesn’t actually have any walls, or bathroom even.
We’re talking about plumbers and how, in so many cases, you really don't need them or their straight-outta-Central-Casting sagging jeans.
If there is one person that truly gets the shaft on this experiment, it’s my boyfriend.
Even if we had wanted to give up, we hadn’t quite figured out how to.
your weekly organasm
I’ve decided to come up with a game plan to avoid having to deal with a mess of this magnitude again
A list of stuff I will just start keeping in my bag at all times, probably in that suit flap thing where people with real jobs keep their nice outfits.
Most of you know how I feel about Pinterest. I don’t know how many of you follow my “I don’t believe you board,” but there have been some doozies.