"i'm the bachelorette, b*tch!"

bachelorette party = success.

champagne + cotton candy? brilliant.

i mean, look at this drink menu. what on here *wouldn't* you like to try? i tried the cucumber peel and the1812... {the latter only because it used the word "czar" in the drink description.}

 white, white +  more white.

 and complimentary cotton candy? score. i seriously don't think i've tasted this 1000% processed goo since i was eight years old. {yes. it's still amazing.}

*cheers* 

fleur was a success.

if you're ever in the area, check it out!

{ my real-life muppet }

there are no words that justify this ridiculous photo of my dog.

welcome to my life...

written in the clouds...

do you see it?

see the outstretched wings + the sun as a halo? 

pretty cool visual at an opportune time.

i love dining out{doors)...

and i really love basi italia, a little gem tucked away in victorian village.

we visited recently + partook in an excellent cheese plate, vino + eggplant parmesan. i highly recommend visiting in the warmer months - it's one of my favorite patios around!

cheers xo

that bird shat on my tongs!

this fat baby bird learned to fly while wedged between these tongs on our grill. and while trying to figure out how his flappers worked... he proceeded to make a large, disgusting mess. 

this is my life.

hamburger, anyone?

i must have him.

incase you want to buy it for me.

typey.typey.typey.

soo... i bought this remington typewriter at the short north yard sale for $12. i thought it was a nice edition for my writing room.

one slight problem. i don't have a writing room. + this thing is about half as big as my giant doodle (that's a dog for those of you who think it sounds dirty).

i brought it home + temporarily placed it on the kitchen counter. it took a few hours before i realized the doodle was afraid of it. she refused to enter the kitchen to eat or go outside for fear of passing the "large-smelly-clicky animal."

it's final destination is still tbd. 

why the beach is pure happiness.

it's colorful.

 you get to wear cute dresses.

 and ride bikes on the beach to avoid collisions with trees. 

 there's always a reason to wear tropical patterns. 

photo opps as far as the eye can see.

exercising is way more fun. (not that we're doing it here. but we played tennis every morning. i swear.)

see? that sign says tennis. proof.

 when it's dark, it's pitch black so you can see all the stars in the sky. (yes. tiff is being a star here.)

 i love the beach. can i retire yet?

i'm quitting my day job to play professional mini-golf...

why? because i'm effing good at it. see this hole? see that rock? this is the green where i received a hole-in-one.

 this is chris triple checking the scores because he knows i won.

 this memorial day open is one for espn classic. check your local listings.

this is my winning pose on the 18th. 

challengers? anyone? bueller?