Happiness is a warm snuggie

This year some co-workers and I are making our own snuggies and attending the office Halloween Party/Costume Contest. We mulled over names, attempting to find one that would offend the least amount of people. They would say, "Oh, cool snuggie. So what are you supposed to be anyways?'

Insert answer: Middle Aged White People. Couch Potatoes. A Band of Snuggie Bandits. Mentally Handicapped. The options are endless.

Me- I'm just looking for a reason to own a snuggie without looking like a complete tool. It's so much easier to answer your front door wrapped in a piece of cheetah print fleece when you're just being sustainable as opposed to creepy. Also, a "Snuggie Bandit" is much more exciting than my usual Halloween garb of normal work clothes, in which I explain to skeptical onlookers that I am a starving college student/sociopath. Duh.

Suddenly sexy vampires and naughty nurses seem totally lame. Snuggies for the win. Halloween 2009.

Right?


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vintage shoe love

Wow.

4-0-whatthehellwasithinking?

There's something about this weather that's killing my skin. The cold, the wind, getting too drunk with friends and forgetting to wash my makeup off at night. One will never know for sure.

As I inspected my pores in the mirror this morning, I was reminded of an incident that took place in the weeks leading up to the wedding. Maybe it was stress. Maybe it was the potato chip diet. All I know is that in the throes of wedding planning my face began breaking out like crazy. A bride-to-be's worst nightmare. I moaned. I cried. I went to work and tortured my office companions with my angst.

Was it a practical joke? Some innocent advice? One of my co-workers casually mentioned that a little Windex on my zits would do the trick (keep in mind, I've never seen My Big Fat Greek Wedding).

I rush home and rummage under my kitchen sink. Drats. No effing Windex. But, ahaha! 409 multi-surface cleaner. That's, like, the same thing, right?

No. It's not.

To sum it up, I coat my face in 409 multi-surface cleaner, My skin puffs up like something from a bad Cher movie, and Nick scoffs at my stupidity making comments like, "Why would you put something that you use to clean toilets on your face?"

That's a good question.

Sometimes weddings just make girls do crazy things.

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ostrich love

You know how much I love short wedding dresses. And things that I'm sure my overly curvaceous hips could never pull off.

Check out this ostrich feather adorned dress by Sue Wong. Almost pretty enough to make me throw a second wedding (with Nick again, of course).

And here's the best part- it's under $600.

pinch me

We just scored an immaculate angela adams area rug off craigslist for $70 delivered. Say what?

The woman showed up to drop it off sporting a crisp a-line bob, dewy cheekbones, and a brimming glass of white wine resting nimbly on her fingertips (in a stemless flute, I might add). A woman after my own heart.

I'm just waiting for her to wake up sober tomorrow morning and realize what she did. In the meantime, I have a rug to go rub my face all over.