I totally listened to some Air Supply this morning. And you know what? I loved every second of it.

I was in 6th grade when Air Supply came to Little Rock, AR. It was my very first concert and my momma took me. She figured it was Air Supply–should be pretty tame. Imagine Mom’s shock when the girl sitting next to her asked permission to smoke a joint.

See, Air Supply fans had manners. I don’t remember anyone at the miriad of concerts I attended after that asking MY permission to smoke a joint…

Anyway, now that y’all are laughing your ass off at the fact that I’m outing my love affair with Air Supply–let me ask you something. What’s your secret and possibly embarrassing lurve? Come on…you can share. I won’t tell a soul. Really.

I totally listened to some Air Supply this morning. And you know what? I loved every second of it.

I was in 6th grade when Air Supply came to Little Rock, AR. It was my very first concert and my momma took me. She figured it was Air Supply–should be pretty tame. Imagine Mom’s shock when the girl sitting next to her asked permission to smoke a joint.

See, Air Supply fans had manners. I don’t remember anyone at the miriad of concerts I attended after that asking MY permission to smoke a joint…

Anyway, now that y’all are laughing your ass off at the fact that I’m outing my love affair with Air Supply–let me ask you something. What’s your secret and possibly embarrassing lurve? Come on…you can share. I won’t tell a soul. Really.

Just the other night I teased you with a vague announcement of congratulations for a dear sweet and very naughty friend of mine…

Well, break out the real bubbly because Naughty Kate Pearce is officially an Aphrodisia Author!

I can’t tell you how happy this makes me. Kate is super special and nobody deserves it more.

Way to go, my friend. I can’t wait to share a glass of bubbly with you in person this summer.

xx

Just the other night I teased you with a vague announcement of congratulations for a dear sweet and very naughty friend of mine…

Well, break out the real bubbly because Naughty Kate Pearce is officially an Aphrodisia Author!

I can’t tell you how happy this makes me. Kate is super special and nobody deserves it more.

Way to go, my friend. I can’t wait to share a glass of bubbly with you in person this summer.

xx

Strangely enough, it looks like it should snow outside.

Gray looming clouds. Gnarled tree branches swaying in the wind.

It’s not gonna snow, of course. A cold front did come through and it’s a brisk 39 degrees, but it’s not gonna snow. We only get that about twice a year, and usually it’s gone by the next day.

I love snow, in small amounts. I’m not a winter girl. I’m not one of those who wishes to live atop a snowcapped mountain in my cabin that is only accessable by snowmobile 6 months out of the year. I don’t want to have to wear insulated underwear everyday. I don’t want to have to dress like a 7-layer burrito just to go buy groceries. I wouldn’t mind visiting for a week, but truly, that’d be enough for me.

Give me sand, sun, and surf. Flip flops year around. Heat warming my cheeks when I step out of my refrigerated house. Little beads of sweat (okay, big beads of sweat) dotting my forehead while I take a jaunt down the shoreline. The smell of salt in the air.

When I hit the lottery–it’ll be all mine.

Strangely enough, it looks like it should snow outside.

Gray looming clouds. Gnarled tree branches swaying in the wind.

It’s not gonna snow, of course. A cold front did come through and it’s a brisk 39 degrees, but it’s not gonna snow. We only get that about twice a year, and usually it’s gone by the next day.

I love snow, in small amounts. I’m not a winter girl. I’m not one of those who wishes to live atop a snowcapped mountain in my cabin that is only accessable by snowmobile 6 months out of the year. I don’t want to have to wear insulated underwear everyday. I don’t want to have to dress like a 7-layer burrito just to go buy groceries. I wouldn’t mind visiting for a week, but truly, that’d be enough for me.

Give me sand, sun, and surf. Flip flops year around. Heat warming my cheeks when I step out of my refrigerated house. Little beads of sweat (okay, big beads of sweat) dotting my forehead while I take a jaunt down the shoreline. The smell of salt in the air.

When I hit the lottery–it’ll be all mine.

I can’t hold in my excitement.

Since it’s not my place to make the announcement for a dear friend of mine, I’m just gonna offer free glasses of cyber-bubbly and wait for her to get over the shock of today.

I’m sure she’ll share the news with everyone once she returns from her trip to the moon. BTW, phone reception from the moon is surprisingly good.

Until then, enjoy the bubbly.

I can’t hold in my excitement.

Since it’s not my place to make the announcement for a dear friend of mine, I’m just gonna offer free glasses of cyber-bubbly and wait for her to get over the shock of today.

I’m sure she’ll share the news with everyone once she returns from her trip to the moon. BTW, phone reception from the moon is surprisingly good.

Until then, enjoy the bubbly.

Rainy (now sunny) days like today tend to make me want warm, comfort food.

Today’s choice–cheese dip.

I ate way too much. I’m now as full as a tick and I need a nap.

Rainy (now sunny) days like today tend to make me want warm, comfort food.

Today’s choice–cheese dip.

I ate way too much. I’m now as full as a tick and I need a nap.