Yeah Right.

Let's face it. I like food. You like food. We all like food. Thanksgiving is on its way. What is the original meaning of thanksgiving? NO ONE KNOWS. It's current meaning is candied yams with marshmallows on top and my mother's cranberry apple stuffing. Keep that in mind.

Handbasket! NOW!

As if you needed any more proof as to why I will be going to Hell when I die:

http://www.regretsy.com

It's a chick who makes fun of the weird and awful things she finds on etsy.com. Now, I know this is an artist community filled with great handmade crafts, but I giggle a lot when I read regretsy.com. I'm so mean.

And it's things like that that remind me maybe I'm not an elitist after all; I'm just a horrible human being. :)

'Tis the Season.

I suppose I could always use this space to update you about my life, a.k.a. my wedding, as it is currently my life. Instead, I have decided to update you about something infinitely more awesome.

Peppermint.

'Tis the season for peppermint ice cream. 'Tis the season for Peppermint mochas. Most importantly, 'tis the season for peppermint bark. This makes me abnormally happy.

Did I mention that my wedding favors are white chocolate peppermint pine-cones?

So I mentioned my wedding after all. You still love me.

Seriously though. Peppermint. Fuh'eva.


-Kate

Here Comes the Identity Crisis

3 out of 5 TUBFE will be married off by the end of 2010. How does this make you feel?

I know for me, it's meant I've spent way more time looking at wedding dresses and decor and accessories.

I'm not even one of the 3 girls getting married. What gives?

I wish applying to graduate school were more exciting, but mostly it's just been, "Write some stuff. Pay us money. We'll tell you how much you're worth." Way less fun than planning a wedding, at least in my mind.

Thoughts? Concerns?

I know I mentioned I made a Target birthday/Christmas registry. Did anyone see that I included my own cheapy sparkly for my right hand? Yeah, I went there.

- Ardith