Monday, March 10, 2014

Blog Reader Appreciation Part 20

This is going to be hard to hear and believe me, I hate being the bearer of bad news as much as the next Debbie Downer.  But I'm just going to rip the BandAid off now: we skipped brunch again this weekend.

Take a second to collect yourself.

We're actually doing fine, considering.  Derrick especially seems to be handling the situation well.  That might, of course, be due to the fact that he turned 24 on Saturday and I more or less nailed his birthday weekend.  (Am I allowed to say that?  Whatever.  I'm going on three weeks without brunch... cut me some slack.)

But seriously, Derrick had a pretty awesome weekend.  And he deserved it; I ripped him away from the sunny beaches of Florida to a place where 40-degree weather is a reason for mass celebration.  Treating the man was the least I could do.

With that said, this one is for all of you who deserve to be treated every once in a while.  And in case it's not obvious, that's everyone.  Yes, even you.

So no matter why you deserve a weekend of all-you-can eat rib-eyes and NBA games, I've got something here for you.

Well done!  But it turns out that they might be sort of the same thing.

20 Interesting Facts About Love

Congrats!  You were obviously raised well.

Creative Dad Illustrates The Crazy Things He Has Said To His Kids

You did it!  And now one of the most elaborate excuses for day drinking is upon us once again.  Eat it, drink it, love it.

#1. Lime Sherbert Floats via The First Year Blog
#2. Guinness Chocolate Cupcakes with Baileys Cream Cheese Frosting via Family Fresh Meals
#3. Lucky Charms Pancakes via Recipe via Photo

First: How?  Second: That's awesome.  For everyone else: don't feel bad; it might not be as important as you think.

You Don’t Have To Be Rich In Your 20s: How Much Money You Should Actually Be Making

Yes, you absolutely deserve all the treats.

19 Super Smart Tees To Celebrate National Grammar Day

I don't meant to toot my own horn but, what the heck, consider it tooted.  I am the Master of the Treats.

I should start by saying that I am notoriously bad at gift giving.  Or maybe I'm really, really good, depending on how you look at it.  A prime example: the first Christmas Derrick and I spent together, I got him a pack of awesome, colored socks (he has a thing for socks) and a T-shirt that I thought he'd love.

Two hours before we exchanged gifts, he showed me all of the socks he just bought.  He showed me because he was folding his laundry, which included a brand new shirt he had just bought himself... the exact same shirt I had wrapped up in a box next door.  Awkward.

But this year, I totally redeemed myself.

Derrick loves LeBron James and by extension, the Miami Heat.  By the good grace of the NBA gods, the Heat just so happened to be playing in Chicago the day after his birthday (the only day of the week he doesn't work).

Derrick thought that his birthday extravaganza would begin and end at his favorite restaurant in Chicago, an all-you-can eat Brazilian Steakhouse called Fogo de Chao.  So he was a little surprised when I handed him a box of Hot Tamales, Dentyne fire gum, and Big Red gum.  (Not least of all because he doesn't particularly like hot candy.)

I could see the gears all turning and light-bulbs going off once he read the card, though:  "I know that this winter has been long and cold, so I wanted to "HEAT" up your big day."

When he opened the box of Hot Tamales and found the tickets inside, I thought he was going to pee himself.  And I don't blame him; the game was so intense that even I found myself screaming and jeering... and I don't even care.

So yes, I don't mean to brag but I guess I sort of do.  I am Treat Queen and my horn is officially tooted.

I know it's Monday...
do something to treat yourself, just out of spite!

Want more tea? Have a second cup!
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