it’s my birthday! feed me things.

It’s my 28th birthday today!  I’m not sure how I feel about it quite yet, except that I do and it’s weird.  Every year since 22 has seemed so much older than the year before.  And I’m fairly certain it will continue to feel that way until age 37, at which point I will become one of those people who charmingly “forgets” how old they are.  I already have a whole response worked out for when people ask me my age…  I’ll say something like “Age doesn’t matter – unless you’re cheese”, and then casually flip my beautiful hair over my shoulder while taking a sip out of my glass of champagne – because my hair will be glorious at age 37 and I will always have a glass of champagne when people ask my age.  That’s how it works, right?

Anyways, back to 28.  So far it’s been pretty foody.  Casey made me breakfast before work. And then my boss brought donuts in for my birthday. But don’t worry, I only ate half of one….. (twice). I also spilled soup on my new shirt even though I haven’t eaten any soup.  Riddle me that. 

[birthday girl, pre-soup.]

Donuts and all, 28 has been good to me so far.  Lots of calls and texts and Facebook love.  In fact, someone just wrote me a birthday message on my FB wall that just said “HBD”, which made me laugh. Kids these days….

Welp, time to eat another donut get back to work!  “HAGD”!!

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let’s talk about food.

 

Time for some random thoughts.

So, maybe this is just us but there are some foods that when we have them at our house, it’s like Christmas.  And it’s not even like they’re crazy types of food.  Like pickles.  We get so excited when we have pickles at home.  You’d think that excitement would make us want to buy them all the time but we don’t because, what.. they’re a whole $4 a jar?  They always seem like such a splurge, but in reality we spend just as much on spur of the moment purchases – like tofurkey corndogs or our eighth jar of teriyaki sauce.   It’s just not fair to the pickles.

Another one is orange juice.  I ALWAYS want to buy orange juice when we’re grocery shopping but whenever I reach for it Casey is all like, B*tch are you for real? That “not from concentrate” kind is $4.29 for a half gallon!  You must be trippin – Put that down and meet me over by the beets.  (This may or may not be an exaggeration of how Casey thinks/talks but we all know he has a not-so-secret desire to be Usher, so let’s just pretend for now, ok?)  But man, I just love me some oj.

There are more.  Oh yes.  Salsa, pineapple, avocados, ALL THE CHIPS, chocolate milk…  All affordable but we rarely buy any of it.  But when we do, it’s magical.

Anyways, the point is…. that we are pretty sad.  Or maybe it’s just me.  I probably should lump Casey in with me on this nonsense.  He hasn’t done anything to deserve it – except make me listen to Usher.

I’m embarrassed by this post.  Anyone else feel this way about certain foods?  No, just me?  Cool.  

we ARE the biggest losers.

In case anyone is wondering about the results of our Biggest Loser contest… our scale actually broke before we could have our weigh in.  Hmmmm… probably a sign that we should actually take the contest seriously.  Or maybe it was a sign that it was doomed to begin with.

We went with the second one.

So in honor of our contest a-no-go, we ate these lemon bars made from the Smitten Kitchen cookbook.  So good!  So good!