Tyoos-day

(I had a middle school principal that pronounced"Tuesday" as "Tyoos-day". Sorry, but I had to.)

Another pic from Chicago. Thank you to "Phyllis from Boston" who graciously took our photo.

It’s Tuesday – let us rejoice that we survived Monday in tact. Unless, of course, you did not. And in that case, I’m sorry for the awkward opening sentence.

1. I got a little overly confident with my pumpkin bread last night and started tossing in “estimated amounts” of various ingredients. I felt just like Barefoot Contessa – putting in a dash of this and a pinch of that. It was truly invigorating!

Until said bread came out of the oven and Stephen and I proceeded to take a bite.

Have you ever chewed on one of those packing peanuts? This was only slightly more flavorful.

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2. On the quest for the perfect shampoo, I have stumbled upon a good ‘un. Redken Real Control. It’s great for windy, fall weather and especially fitting for those of us with uncontrollable manes.

And let’s just call a spade a spade…the name is more than a little appealing to Type-A personalities like myself. Those of us who frequently have nervous breakdowns when things don’t go according to plans.

So far, it seems to be controlling my hair quite nicely.

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3. I was wearing a strapless bra in Chicago that was slightly too big. We were walking off the L and I felt something around my waist. Apparently it was more than slightly too big.

Adjustments were made and the day continued as planned. My cups…they do not runneth over.

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4. It bothers me when girls, in conversation with one another, refer to each other as “dude”. For example, “Dude! I went on this date with John last night and it was amazing.”

We aren’t dudes, we aren’t bros. We’re ladies, yo’.

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5. I tried to watch Here Comes Honey Boo Boo and couldn't. It did me in within about five minutes. There is a limit to the trashiness I can handle on the tube and this surpassed it, I'm afraid.

 Be blessed, lovelies-