Calypso St. Barth

I couldn't help myself.

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Happy 10 months, my little seamster.

I sew love you.

Husband's got a new hobby.

I think we're lookin' at Project Runway Season 8.

I didn't know if I should be excited or concerned when he used the words bobbin and backstitch in the same sentence.

sigh.....

You know you're sick....

...When your nightstand looks like this.
Despite the sleepless nights and constant runny nose, we had a fun [and packed] memorial day weekend-including 3 separate trips into PetCo so Adam could see the chameleons.

i'm pooped. but it was wonderful :)

and no, we're not getting a chameleon.

peanut butter dreams.

Adam calls me the sleep connoisseur. He gave me this name because my sleep is very important to me. I either have the best nights sleep of my life, or the worst.
Last night was awful.
I woke up in a panic because I thought someone was choking me to death--I had a terrible terrible sore throat. So bad, it hurt to speak. Swallowing just about killed me.
There wasn't a cough drop in sight and I was thiiiis close to marching into the nearest drug store wearing only my jammies demanding some meds while gasping for air.
lets take a moment and try to picture that, shall we?
lovely.

AnYwAy....
Before I could even lift my head off the pillow-Adam was already on the computer searching "at-home remedies for sore throats."

I was not being an over dramatic princess. I was DYING people.

To my delight, it turns out a remedy for sore throats is a tablespoon of peanut butter. now we're talkin'

We might not have any cough drops, medicine, or cough syrup on hand, but you can always count on the Buies for some peanut buttah! Sheesh. I was just waiting for him to add a tub of vanilla ice cream and chocolate sauce to the list-and hey! this sore throat business wasn't so bad! but that wasn't the case. just peanut butter.

lets face it. i was *h** u **n **g **r **y.

So at 3:30 a.m. this morning I poured myself a cup of steaming pomegranate tea and enjoyed a whopping tablespoon of peanut butter in bed. It was like a tea party for two. well one. husband was zonked out by then.

moral of the story: sore throats aren't so bad after all.

Garance Doré

Husband forwarded me this blog which I find tres tres bien.

Garance Doré.

I knew he had a thing for French Women!

today.

I love this.
I was having a crap day and almost erased my blog.
My cute brother sent me this link and I instantly became happy again.
Thank you cute brother.