Slowly but surely back to a routine.

Our new backyard

Y’all, I’m seriously the worst. And I’m not going to sit here and tell you how busy I am, because really, who the hell isn’t? Right? Waaah waaah cry about it aaaand…. Let’s move on.

I really like when bloggers act like they are talking over drinks or coffee and sharing stuff face to face. So that’s how this will go. I have a (rather large) glass of champagne, because it 3 in the afternoon and I’m an adult so I’m allowed to have it. What are you having? A mimosa? A glass of champagne with me? Maybe just a glass of water because holy balls this Georgia weather ain’t playin!! Which I’m not complaining about because I’ll take 83 over 38 ANY day!

Anyways, tell me about your week. We are ALMOST to the weekend! What have you been up to?  What are you reading? Any good shows?

Our new front door!

I’m reading this book (I’ve actually been slowly reading this over the past 6 months but I am finally forcing myself to step away from the damn phone and read the freaking book) and watching this show  on demand. Well, attempting to. We still haven’t had the cable and internet (I’m posting at school) set up at the new house. (YES! We got it. I’ll have a post with more pictures up soon. Not with furniture though. I’m not Joanna Gaines. She’s an angel from heaven.) We had Comcast come out and it was one of the worst experiences I’ve had with a technician. He complained the entire time, huffed and puffed, rubbed his face like I was asking him to install gold plated coax cable up his butt…. After what I thought might lead to him hyperventilating because of his rapid, annoyed breathing, he told me that he’s going to have to drill holes in our hardwood floors and have cable running in these grates and across our exterior brick walls in potentially in windows. ABSOLUTELY NOT, buh bye dude. So we will find someone else to do it.

Starting to feel the champagne do its thang.

How is the husband, wife, partner, kid, furkid, roommate, empty house? Any pointers on how to make a house less creepy at night without installing spotlights in every corner? Or the best polish for hardwoods? Or maybe just how in the world you get rid of that stale, empty house smell quicker than just living in it for a long time and burning enough candles to warm a village?

We’ve been looking into getting Georgia a brother or sister. Now that we have a yard, we think it’s only fair to get her a playmate. She’s just so spoiled; we don’t know how she will react to losing her only child status. Any pointers on that? Introducing a new pup to the king/queen of the castle?

How’s your glass? Need a refill?

So we found this blueberry cheesecake ice cream at Kroger. It was on sale so we thought, “It would be irresponsible if we DIDN’T buy it. We must!” So we did and holy moly it’s fabulous!! No regrets. Except our cruise leaves in 6 weeks and a tub of ice cream doesn’t really make me go, “hell yeah! Swimsuits!” I was going to say, swimsuit ready, but honestly what does that even mean? I think being born essentially made me and anyone else swimsuit ready. We were already flopping around in our own little private pool before that. I think we are all pretty set on that front.

Do you have any amazing summer recipes you would like to share? I need some forreal.

I will forever love this pasta salad. Seriously. This pasta salad is one of the best I’ve ever eaten. It can be added over top of a salad and tossed (because who doesn’t love salad over salad? Egg salad over romaine FTW!). It’s also delicious with some crispy grilled chicken. It’s refreshing and filling and I can’t sing its praises enough.

The champagne has my eyelids getting heavy and I’m ready for a nap. After I unpack and do dishes and a billion other things. But that’s ok because there is always tomorrow.

Bye y’all!