Last week, as I did my Sunday morning Instagram perusing, I stumbled across this mouth-watering spread:
The holidays can be stressful. To help ease some of that stress, I’ve curated a special list of adult beverages. Pay attention; the recipes are pretty complicated.
During this time of the year in particular, people are focused on the people and things that make life that much better. We are thankful that we have a roof over our heads and shoes on our feet. However, we must be aware that the things we are thankful for are often absent in the lives of others.
I have a history of injuring myself, with or without alcohol involved. Of course, a BAC of questionable levels greatly contributes to my chances of smashing my face into a sidewalk (literally. Where were my hands? Why am I such a mess?). Despite my track record, I came out of a wine tour unscathed.
As much as I love a good preamble (read anything I’ve ever written, ever), for today’s post I shall cut straight to the chase because I have to be at work in an hour and really heavily procrastinated this post.
Since Mary and I started The LipLiner, we’ve had lots of cool people talk to us about the site, reactions to particular posts, and even contribute ideas of their own.
I’m not sure if I drink coffee more habitually or because I truly believe it gives me the strength I need to cross every item off my to-do list each day, but whatever the case, I love having an iced French Vanilla in my hand and caffeine pumping through my bod…unless they’re giving my decaf…honestly I can’t distinguish between the two.
I don’t think I’m a picky eater. I will try almost anything, provided it smells all right and doesn’t look like someone else already digested it (except honey). I could ask my mother, but I don’t remember being a picky eater as a child, either. I vaguely remember an instance with marshmallows and a cousin that flat our refused to try them. I, on the other hand, probably ate too many.
There’s an old wives’ tale that says you will crave sweets if you’re pregnant with a girl, salts if you’re pregnant with a boy. This is probably complete BS, but if there was ever proof anywhere, it was me when I was pregnant.