I might be birthing out of my nursing home than a hospital.
Deep thoughts with T-Bone. (via fatnotpregnant)
Did anyone know that Umami Burger has special menu items pertaining to its location? I certainly didn’t but it has been a good minute since I’ve eaten here. This time we went to the Art District location next to Wurstkuche and they had the Art District Burgerwhich was every piece of fatty beef and pork including ginormous slices of pork belly.
We of course complimented our gluttony with some manly fries, inspired from the original Umami classic the manly burger. Basically fries, onion strings, cheddar and bacon bits.
EEK! We sure did milk the “no labor” holiday and started getting fat and lazy QUICK. I can’t help it, he is my partner in crime, adventure and food binges.
Memories of Mexico
Friday night. Mmm what does that look like for us married folk? It means listening to The Head and the Heart while filing bills and paperwork. No really, soak in that hot romantic Friday night ladies!
Best piece of paper found in the pile of nonsense. Good old Department of Homeland Security reminding us that if we decide to ever “change lanes” into the wrong lane when crossing the border we will have to pay $5,000.
Oh take me back to the time where Boon surprised me with a get away to Rosarito and on the way home we thought we were onto something. By “onto something” we mean this random carpool-look-a-like-thing-that-wasn’t-carpool-at-all.
Basically we got pulled over, searched and sniffed out. Thank goodness we aren’t smugglers. Thank goodness the dogs only discovered that I smuggled some amazing huevos rancheros take out.
I knew since then there would never be a dull moment with my travel partner. He kills me but needless to say we look back, laugh and thank God for such wonderful memories together.
I loved how we wanted a low key dinner with some sashimi take out from the Woori market. Instead we ended up buying this fish and buying a sushi knife that cost almost as much as the bags of groceries.
He better go pro or do something for me in that kitchen!
You’re being a betch!
Yeah, I said it. To him. I am married to the sweetest, kindest man but not during two moments. Do not know him on an empty stomach and do not know him when he is lost. Keep in mind that while I called him a betch, yes that is a QUEEN version of the B word, I also swerved over to the sidewalk to kick him out of the car to put his name in at a restaurant. I just didn’t want to deal.
Needless to say about less than 23 minutes later we were laughing so hard it hurt because he KNEW he was being one. On top of it, he BEGGED for me to not blog it. Guess he knows his sweet kind innocent reputation would be ruined.
Don’t worry Boon, I am certain everyone thinks I’m evil for calling you one AND for trying to kick you out of the car!
Texting with the hubs. Never a dull moment. Plus, hello? I’m huuuuungry.
TUNA BRO…that is the best!