The other day started off with a surprise porch picnic brought home by HB.

Jimmy John’s and Seastar’s Hot and Sour Amazeballs soup.
Grumpalotapus.

Mr. HasACareer had mentioned earlier in the week that his office was having a party to celebrate it’s 20th year in business. A party, mind you, of Cake and Champagne. Yes and Yes. HB likes to invite me to have me crash his office events since I don’t have a life.

I may or may not have eaten all of this.

In Hubs office. He likes to showcase his family.

He makes my heart go Boom Boom.

Afterwards we continued on the party theme by going here.

Virgin Blue Martini.

Wasabi Pea Encrusted Scallops.

Chicken Satays.

Then to keep up my Housewife Status and never shop in a mall again we did some fancy pants window shopping at ridiculously wonderful places like these.

I had to break the ‘no more mall shopping’ news to my friends.

This wonderful mall is a dangerous 5 minutes from our house. But I’m holding true to my pinkie swear with HB so I can stay in my socks and pajamas till noon everyday.
Such a hater.

So I just looked, drooled and scratched at the windows.

I suddenly got a strange craving for Sugar..Weird..so I sniffed out this place.

On our way home I had some humiliating to do. So we dropped in here

So I could buy this

Since we are in our new place he is trying to mark his territory.

I think I’ll start sleeping with this.

Well, I might not have to, I think diaper boy forgave me.

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xo