time to do sunday night chores...

this is what happens when you buy a lemon of a doodle. "no, she won't shed at all. completely non-allergenic!"

 tell it to my swiffer. 

goin' after that green jacket...

a few weekends ago, we decided to hit the links... er- the range? i'm determined to learn how to play this sport. and not only for the prepster clothes i'll have to wear. 

i'm still working on the form...

 happy gilmore, on the other hand, has it down.

 minus the hockey grip, of course. 

{ being a professional adult }

i wish i could say i created this bit of content. but alas... it is from hellogiggles + it is flipping hilarious. please read. you won't be sorry...

At some point last year, I became obsessed with the concept of adulthood, mostly because I have no idea how to be an adult. I don’t mean this in a cutesy adorable way. I mean it in this way where I am actually embarrassed about my inability to function on a day-to-day basis or relate to any of my coworkers despite being roughly the same age. You know those stock photos of children doing things like typing on a computer or sitting in the driver’s seat? That’s how I feel every day. Like a child who is playing dress-up while banging on a keyboard and screaming, “PLEASE ACCEPT ME AS ONE OF YOU” to every grown-up I pass.

A few months ago, I ended up at a wine tasting where everyone there were, well, real people. They had jobs and business cards and said things like “I’m going to go network for a bit” whereas I was an unemployed twenty-two year old whopre-gamed for a free wine tasting. I drank the wine they gave me, and then the wine they didn’t give me, and then I was telling all of these strangers that I was a “professional adult” for a living. They were not impressed. They walked away. But I left with two bottles of Chardonnay.

So somehow I became fascinated with what my mind decides is adult behavior. This past winter, I finally bought a winter coat and wore it when it snowed instead of constantly shivering and I thought, “Yeah! This is what adults do! When it’s cold, they wear coats specifically made for cold weather! Everyone passing by right now knows that I am a grown-up because I have a weather-appropriate coat and I bet they also know that I took vitamins this morning and that there is not a single beer in my purse. They are going to invite me over to a dinner party because they are interested in my thoughts on the financial crisis.” I’ve still never been to a dinner party, but I do take vitamins every once in a while.

teeny tiny food is cute + patriotic...

last saturday night, we headed out to a friend's 4th of july party in upper arlington.

i got way excited + made these tiny shot glasses of parfaits {red, white + blue, too}! tell me they're not cute.

 they even had tiny spoons! 

i also made this lemon cake with citrus glaze...

and these cucumbers topped with greek yogurt, feta cheese and chopped kalamata olives.

{yum!}

{ birthday weekend! }

this weekend... my other half turned ... thirty-six. 

 he blew out a lemon cake candle at third + hollywood... then we celebrated by graduating from putt-putt to the driving range. 

 just look at that winning form.

 and ended a weekend of celebration with the columbus, ohio doo dah parade. 

 it's quite a sight if you've never been. the most random display of patriotism i've ever witnessed. {ya. there's oprah.}

happy 4th — i mean... BIRTHDAY weekend! 

xo

"i eat america"

doodles love independence day, too.