Cute.
I have had an insane amount of cuteness in my life this past week.
Let's start with my new purse:
It's got stripes! and side bows! and LEMONS!
I brought it home and showed it to Freddie....who promptly rolled his eyes and was all, " Erin, you are so GIRLIE. In a pile of 50 purses, I would KNOW that one was yours."
But that's not all...
Look what I made in my Skirt-in-a-Day class at City Quilter:
Let me show you the print just a liiiiiitle closer:
CUTE.
Then, having been admonished by several readers for only giving you one picture of The Peanut (...as if anyone has the willpower to eat only ONE mini peanut butter cup - how cruel of me to hold out on you!), I did a photo shoot with the boys:
"Don't be steppin' on mah shine, lil' bruddah."
"Hey, easy! I'm new here!!"
"Don't buy into his innocent act. He's 8.5 pounds of crafty."
"But he's ai'ight...he got game."
I know it seems like Sunny is dominating in these pictures, but the boys are actually pretty well matched. Peanut has made himself very much at home, sometimes usurping Sunny's favorite places to sleep and giving himself first dibs at mealtimes. I had to "create a duplex" out of the cardboard box that Sunny used to sleep in, because the boys are pretty good at sharing -- but can't seem to come to an agreement when it comes to the comfy & cozy box in the corner of our bedroom:
Yes -- we've pimped out Peanut's "room" with a soft bed since this picture was taken. He was just SO excited to get his very own spot that he hunkered down the very minute I put the new box down next to Sunny's old box.
Now that I've shown you all that cute -- you know what's NOT cute?
Chevy's Top Shelf Margarita. On the rocks.
WHICH -- I only drank HALF of (I swear!) but -- stupidly -- did so on an empty stomach at 4pm.
By 8pm? I was feeling...not so great.
By 11pm? I was laying on my blessedly cold bathroom floor and I do believe the moaning went a little like this: "Ohhhhhhhh. IF only I could THROW UP right now! I know I would feel SO MUCH BETTER."
Shameful, isn't it?
What was worst is that a mere 24 hours later, my presence was required at the birthday party of a dear friend. Who was having her party at Flute. Which is one of my favorite places. Because it is a CHAMPAGNE BAR.
I -- sadly -- nursed my pineapple juice and tonic.
Kdawgg: ''WHY aren't you drinking? You LOVE champagne."
Erin: "I do NOT love barfing..."
Kdawgg: "baroo?"
Erin: "Yesterday. Happy Hour. Margarita. Half, really. But with a mere handful of tortilla chips and salsa. It was great...until it was my -- how to say it? -- Not-So-Happy Hour later in the evening."
Kdawgg: "From...where?"
Erin: "Chevy's in Times Square."
Kdawgg: "OHLISTENHONEY--YOU KNOW BETTER THAN THAT!"
Erin: (hangs head in shame)
Kdawgg: "Chevy's does NOT mess around with those margaritas."
Erin: "I thought it would be watered down: you know...Times Square?"
But I'm here to tell you: if you want to get good and soused in NYC, go to Chevy's on 42nd and 8th. Just, you know, order a few appetizers as well.
















