An all-pesto pizza. Seriously. Honey, it’s better than Powelton. And, we only got medium pesto. Guess what I’m having for my birthday tomorrow?
Betting on the Emmys, while…
Giving ourselves spinach facials from Lush, and drinking…
A six-pack of Raspberry Cider Jack. Party like it’s 1999, baby.
Did I mention I’m in Boston, watching Awards show with Erika while drunk? The only thing Erika likes better than that is watching Awards shows where they are drunk.