Folks in Portland, I don't know you all aren't like 900 pounds with Voodoo Doughnuts in your hood. Unf.
Our friend Jon is in town for a couple of days job hunting and surprised us with a dozen. He practically got mobbed on the plane by people trying to buy them from him. Luckily, they arrived unscathed just in time to get in my gut. The maple bacon bars were a particular favorite all around our house. I got through half of mine yesterday when Cabbie swiped it from me and proclaimed "Mine doe-doe!" Kid likes doughnuts apparently. Needless to say, I've been on workout overload burning off the pastry calories. But they are delicious, delicious calories.
And you lovely folks should send me some more questions so I can get together a video blog. I only have two questions thus far. That's hardly enough for a decent video, even with the insane rambling way I speak.
***Oh! and if you'd like a preview of my crazy rambling and social awkwardness, I'll be part of the live meet and greet tonight on The CraftStar. 9 PM EST.
Okay, so I have one, count 'em, one birthday photo for you. I actually have more, but I don't really feel like re-sizing them and last time I posted non-resized photos everyone was all complainy. So you get one. One super duper picture of me being drunk. Because that's how you celebrate turning 30. By trying to act 20.
This inevitably goes wrong and you end up woozy and calling it quits by 9:30. Or maybe that's just me. I'm fairly small and I rarely drink. So 4 glasses of sangria is apparently my cut-off point.
Do you know what we haven't done for awhile? A video Q&A. So you should send me some most excellent questions and I'll compile them, and provide awkward, mildly amusing answers in a video. And GO!
I have birthday photos to share, but that seems silly at the moment. My thoughts to all of you in Boston or with friends and family in the area. I hope you're all alright.
Can we stop it with the "Harlem Shake" videos already? Unless they involve the actual Harlem Shake, which I'm totally cool with, this seriously needs to end. I'm the whitest white girl out there, and I know that air humping + cracked out twitching does not equal the Harlem Shake. This plague of videos is just a fucking joke and more than a little disrespectful to actual dancers.