when your life is synonymous with a Taylor Swift song you’re entitled to a bottle of wine…

It started as allergies, I blamed estate sales and dust at first.

But it settled in and came to be known as the funk.

Known cures include: Pho, tea, bourbon, chicken soup, mexican coke, cupcakes.

One of the final parts of completing my parents big move into the newly remodeled homestead was the sorting of childhood toys. The ghosts of Christmas, birthdays, hospital stays and rewards past. My dad chose to document this process rather artistically. Much to the amusement of everyone at Christmas Eve dinner.

I love a good Saturday.

I’m eating cake in bed with wine and a book. There’s a John Mayer poster but it’s in the closet because I’m feigning adulthood.

The cake is more patriotic than I am. Delicious too.

Are not always for lobsters, Vino Verde, and heirlooms but today was and it was glorious. And well needed.

Good cheese, better company might be a ridiculous way to start a sentence but the sentiment is still true.

Sometimes, hangover be damned, you just gotta get away!

Egg sandwiches and venti iced coffees in hand, the dashing Dewey Cuadros, KB and I escaped the city for greener pastures. (By city I mean DC suburbs, by greener pastures I mean my Aunt and Uncles lakeside compound in Winchester.)

The mostly cloudy hour and a half drive flew by, thanks to sing alongs interspersed with gossip and day dreaming. Mother Nature showed up big for us, the sun coming out as soon as we arrived. We were greeted with “hey girls, there’s Cokes in the fridge” (this is Virginia after all) and after KB took a quick, unplanned (fully clothed) dip in the creek we settles in lakeside.

Yesterday was a great reminder of the power of a change of scenery and the fun of friends who are up for anything, at a moments notice.

Said her father, this will ruin her chances at becoming Ms. Saudi Arabia!