Pretty soon, my summer life will disappear and I will be reintroducing myself to Expo markers and pencil sharpeners. If I have discovered nothing else, I have discovered that summer’s something I am all about.
Here’s the rundown:
Croft Sister Birthday Celebration
exploring new honky tonks
America's Birthday in THE BIG MI
exploring Chicago
tourist shopping on Broadway
helping the G-rents (front porch view. not kidding.)
Nashville music scene
Oh, summer life. Why must you leave?
Turns out that Summer Ashley is more than a little it delusional. I truly have nothing. to. do. And the roommates are stuck in Guatemala. Therefore, I am stuck on my couch watching The First 48 reruns OnDemand.
Sometimes when I’m bored, I like to cook. But not this time! I don’t feel comfortable cooking in our new kitchen because there are approximately 3.75 square feet of free counter space. (Seriously.) I especially don’t feel comfortable cooking when I am literally the only person who might possibly have the opportunity to eat anything I cook. Nobody else is around, and I wouldn’t want to get fat.
Alas, this was not meant to be a lamentation on my pitiful summertime life. (I love it, btw.)
This post was meant to inform the world of something I have newly discovered: how to eat M&Ms. And how to NOT eat M&Ms.
How to eat M&Ms: cut up some strawberries, add some caramel syrup, throw in some M&Ms. Last week’s Glee on DVR optional.
How NOT to eat M&Ms: 1/2 cup Honey Bunches of Oats, 1 cup vanilla yogurt, caramel syrup, throw in some M&Ms.
I’m appalled that I even dared to try this last concoction, but these are the sorts of things that apparently happen when you don’t have a voice of reason around the house. It was mostly encouraged by the sad fact that the strawberries I bought tonight were growing some white fur, and couldn’t be consumed. (Thanks alot, Kroger. You’ll be seeing me tomorrow, since I clearly have nothing better to do with my time than return fuzzy strawberries.)
I need my roomies back!
