Ah, Cabo San Lucas, Mexico.
It was wonderful.
Sun, sand and pounding waves, I cornered the market in strawberry daiquiris, chicken quesadillas and tortilla soup.
Ate my year’s worth of the recommended daily allowance of fish.
Practiced my bad Spanish badly.
And slept in the world largest bed (All hail to the King!) where Christopher and I never once accidentally elbowed each other in the head. Continue reading
I’m kinda one of Those People.
Those People who have a thing about people laying down on their unmade beds with the same jeans they happened to wear out into the world all day.
Just the thought turns me into an eye-ticking germaphobe. Maybe it’s the years of riding public transportation but it skeeves me out like no other.
The way I see it, you never know what your butt has been in. Continue reading
I know, not terribly exciting, right?
No doubt, chill tenants in one of your kitchen drawers, these little do dads wait patiently for your lunch, or to hold small stuff for you on those occasional trips.
But guess what? I’ve got something to get you excited about. Sandwich bags aren’t just for sandwiches and wayward hair clips anymore.
Did you know that these handy-dandy little baggies can actually help you while you cook? Well, they can. Continue reading