Why is it that this is the only day, that I really enjoy writing on? Is it because I can be random and write run on sentences and not let grammar matter? Is it because I can dump all the crap that is stuck in my head without fear of digression?
There's a little secret that I have to share.
I have been cheating on Blogger with another platform. Yes, it's true.
I am not ready to share where because it's kinda nice to have a place all to myself where I can be alone, but it is the coolest of cool platforms, if that gives you any hint.
It's like Pinterest and Blogger, all rolled into one place....and I like it. All the cool kids are there.
I got these absolutely amazing shoes yesterday. These are the Nike Shox Turbo+ 12 running shoes and I completely adore them. I have always been a bobo sneaker type person. It goes back to my obsession with Keds Tennis Shoes from the early 80's. I use to think that running shoes were just for runners. I never thought that a shoe like this could actually make me want to move more, but it's true.
I love them.
Hydrangea's are blooming all over Olde Towne.
It makes me smile.
They are my favorite of floral blooms in the floral bloom sphere.
I once got yelled at for taking a stem last year. This lady saw me do it, and she was like..."OMG! She just picked one of Faye's Hydrangea flowers!!!" "We need to tell on her."
I gave her one of my "WTF? Really?" looks and left. (There is totally a WTF? Really? Look...you know you know it, too.)
It was ONE bloom and I needed it for design purposes.
Some people just kill me. It wasn't like I uprooted the whole bush or anything...
I could have totally done that too...but, I didn't.
I went out with one of my favorite Stick Girls last week and we dined outside at Doumar's Drive In in Norfolk, Virginia.
It's a pretty historic eating establishment.
Guy at there.
I always get a Carolina Pulled Pork Barbecue, with slaw and hot sauce (I put that shit on everything) on a steamed bun.
There is always a large Lime-Aide and crisp french fries to round out the experience.
Some days, I get to end it like this....
This is a Hot Fudge Cake Sundae. It's buttery vanilla sponge cake, covered in a mound of rich, thick hot fudge sauce, a scoop of vanilla ice cream, and COVERED in whip cream and a cherry on top.
There really isn't any other way to eat a Sundae, except drenched in whip cream.
Cool Whip is not whipped cream. (I just thought I'd clarify that.)
This is Home Girl and I feel better about my affair now that the truth is out. Tumblr is the shit. Sorry, Blogger.
Also, I am glad I have the running shoes help to combat my food choices.