Y’all. I just had the best breakfast ever. Not kidding. And I LOVE breakfast so that’s saying something. Back when we first moved to Virginia, I was busy scoping out places to try in Charlottesville and stumbled across Ace Biscuit and Barbecue. I think it might have been on one of those “Best of” lists,… Continue reading Ace Biscuit & Barbecue
He was my handsome little bun… I can’t believe he was only with us for a few months. It felt like he was with us a lot longer. My heart is broken. I’m going to miss his morning nose bops, his bunny 500s, bunny bowling and his little paws on my legs as he asked for… Continue reading The day after…
Tomorrow is my last day working at the company that spurred our move from London to Virginia. As I sit here listening to breakup songs (I feel you, Macy Gray), I’m feeling mighty introspective about the whole thing. I’ve learned a lot here at this company. There are a lot of things I won’t put… Continue reading Tomorrow…
Yesterday, my heart hurt. To think of how many times I’d been on that bridge in Westminster, both on my own and with Nick, really, really upset me. I cried a lot last night. London is still one of the places I consider home and for something so awful to happen in a spot I’d… Continue reading Yesterday
Y’know that whole list of things I wanted to do in 2017? Remember how I wanted to challenge myself to do more things that scared me? Yeah. I’m a mom now… to a gorgeous little boy bunny. He’s named Fezzik after the giant in my all time favorite book The Princess Bride (I have no… Continue reading Meet Fezzik!
I’m not a fan of the whole “New Year, New You” concept. I’ve always thought it was hokey, cheesy and so on. With that being said, 2016 was a craptacular year and I want to do everything I can to make 2017 better. I want it to be a year full of awesome and happiness.… Continue reading A year full of awesome
I feel like my little “three piece heart” has broken into a million tiny splinters today, and I don’t think they’ll be patched back together for a while now. Carrie Fisher, passed away today and, like so many others, I’m grieving hard. Alan Rickman got me good, David Bowie made me sad, I still can’t… Continue reading “…I drowned in moonlight, strangled by my own bra.”