Saturday I journeyed to Nashville to wish Megan and Ian well in their marriage. I had a good time catching up with them and my other ladyfriends and their ladyfriendhusbandfolks. I got so busy catching up (read: gossiping) that I didn’t really take any good pictures (this one would have been good had I decided to focus on Megan and not the godforsaken wall). As always, there just aren’t enough hours in the day to…
My pal Tamara was ever so kind enough to help me come up with a concept for today’s photo. I was all TELL ME WHAT TO PHOTOGRAPH PLEASE I AM OUT OF IDEAS. And she was all HANG ON I WILL SAVE YOUR ASS. And she said “April showers” and I took it literally and voila — one more day of this project in the can. Heh. Can. Get it? Shower? Bathroom? Can? Bathroom? Can?…
Not too long after this picture was taken, Bones — the puppy who loves to be manhandled — got in a little love tussle and traipsed right through the blue paint and left a sweet little paw-print track on the hardwood floor, and was all like, “What? It’s art.” [Project 365]
Saturday Matt and Kerry got hitched Memphis-style at Ernestine & Hazel’s, and I tell you what, I have never seen the place looking classier or bumping more earnestly with the hilarious dancing of mostly not-very-rhythmic folks*. Good times, good times. Zach said some really nice things at the ceremony about friends being your chosen family, and it’s just so true and so right that there’s not much to add to it. He was clearly feeling…
They don’t fix things, but they smell good. [Project 365]
Yesterday didn’t have the chance to be a great day, what with everything that’s happening at work. Some people who are close to me were affected and it absolutely sucks not knowing what to do for them. We are all going to need to make some serious decisions about the future, and even though we’ve been thinking about what to do for a long time, it still feels like being out in the middle of…
We didn’t intend to trash Ashley/Will/Semelea/Justin’s house when we went over there for food and fellowship, but we are a whirling dervish of crazy and we leave a path of destruction everywhere we go. Also, we will spend a substantial amount of time making out with your sweet little dog and possibly breaking his heart. You’ve been warned. [Project 365]
I don’t know how I managed to go my entire tenure in Memphis without eating at La Guadalupana on Summer, but I remedied that Friday at MadMolecule‘s suggestion. I really, really hope he doesn’t mind me quoting him, but his description of the place is spot-on: “Fresh, handmade, delicious Mexican food with all the charm and ambience of a laundromat?” And it’s true — it was awesome. I had the cheese enchiladas in that ridiculous(ly…
If I have but one talent, it is running decent things into the ground until every drop of goodness have been squeezed out of them. It’s a talent and I’ve always had it and I don’t suspect I’ll ever really get tired of flexing it. If brobelfish.com doesn’t get up and running soon, I’m not sure what I’ll do with myself. I spent the day near windows, feeling the breeze and contemplating every molecule of…
To be fair, it’s not technically the birth. This bromance has been brewing for a long time. We won’t speak of the incident at Christmas. Also, I love how Ben is totally selling it with the bedroom face. Tooooootally selling. Broooootally selling it. *ducks to avoid a neck-shanking from Zach* I was going to post a photo of the delicious plate of Make-It-Work potluck goodness (seriously, the things you people make out of random unplanned…
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