Friday's Letters: Duck Face and Snuggle Hours

Dear Duck Face: I continue to see you all over Facebook. Whyyy! (but then again, why do I make the face sometimes?) Dear Birthday: You are wicked close! 24 years old and still gangsta (or so I think) Dear lady who charges $60 an hour to snuggle: No people, I am not a creep-show who googles woman snuggles to get my fix! I saw this on CNN! But this is pretty interesting...I cuddle FO FREE! Dear summer: Sloooow down! I don't want you to be over just yet. I have weird tan lines I need to work on! Dear Kurt: I'm watching you sort laundry. How did I land such a gem? Yeah baby you fold that laundry aww yeah....do it do it!

Link up with Ashley for Friday's Letters! :-)

Happy Friday y'all! Hope you have the best weekend in the world :-)

Champagne and ball sacks

There are times when I come up with ideas of what to blog about. Then there are times where I have a slew of random things on my mind. This is one of those times.

Saturday night I went out to this really cool bar in Boston that is actually inside The Liberty Hotel that actually used to be an old jail. Are ya following!? Earlier that morning I had such a craving for champagne. I have no idea why! So that's what I ordered that night. Champagne. It was $20 a glass. I then proceeded to slam my head against the bar.

How cute is this little sewing pin cushion thing? Do I know how to sew? Not one bit. But I bet if I made this crafty thing I might learn.

Last night I ever-so-nicely asked if Kurt could make me some tea.

Me: Can you make me tea?

Kurt: Where are your tea-bags?

Me: Hanging from your wee wee

Last night I made these chicken enchiladas from the blog Eat Yourself Skinny. HOLY EFFING MOLY. You ned to make these tonight. They were divine! I didn't take a picture. I was too busy scarfing them down! :-)

That's all folks. It's Wednesday. Hump Day. Holla!

The story of the disappearing underwear

I want to tell a story. Not necessarily to all of you because it might make you judge me hardcore, but honestly I love using this blog as an outlet for anything and everything for me to look back on and remember one day. Also, in 15+ years when I’m teaching my daughter about TOM (time of the month), I can tell her this story.

Yes... this is a nasty Aunt Flow story so let’s take a deep breath. Ready?

Back when I was 11 or 12, I heard about TOM and how he may be coming to town soon. I brushed it off. Pssh, I wasn’t going to even think about the nastiness that came with being a girl. But that day came and went pretty easily. I thought, wow; I can handle this. TOM was nice to me for my first time! This will be fine.

I thought wrong. You know how when you were young, it sort of came at all different times, you weren’t exactly sure when and how it was coming? Yeaaa..

Anyway, one morning, I think I was 12, I woke up and it looked like a murderous crime scene. Okay that’s exaggerating. But I think you can guess what I mean. It came unexpectedly and I didn’t know what to do. Luckily my sheets were okay, but everything else I was wearing?

No.

I panicked, went outside, and buried the underwear under the shed in my backyard. Yeah I did that.

A few years later, my dad said he was going to re-build the shed. I almost crapped myself when I got home one day and saw him out there. MY UNDIES! But as my sister and I helped him a bit and got to my secret area of the shed, they were gone! I just assumed some animal was using them as part of its nest, and that’s just NASTY.

Well there’s a brief glimpse into Erica’s youth. Happy Tuesday!