Over the weekend, this non-tech savvy Nashville gal (my college boyfriend gifted me a hammer to use on a printer I could never operate – and yes, I went Office Space on its ass) figured out how to sign up and navigate (kinda) Twitter. I’ve arrived!
Who wants to put the gadget/gizmo/widget/whatever the F you call it on my page for me?
How can I possibly limit what I have to say to 160 characters?!
After all of the computer shenanigans, I spent a quite Friday night taking a bubble bath with Ryan Gosling and Godiva chocolates. Rough.
A girl can dream, can’t she?!
What would a bath be without wine? I was perusing my cabinets for an open bottle and found one half full. From last weekend. Without a cork. Hmm…
I sent the tweet bird to my expert wine blogging buddy The Winegetter (@thewinegetter) to see if I would somehow perish from drinking a slightly stale bottle of red. He answered with great concern 8 hours later (a time difference better have something to do with the speediness!) asking if it was too late.
Thankfully, I was alive, kickin’ and able to respond. Phew.
Last glass?
Teddy bathed in the smallest box possible while I was soaking my cares away.
Fat cat in a little box…
And he promptly found fuchsia tissue (so obviously my cat) to keep warm until we met up for a date on the couch.
Tissue tide-over.
I found a ‘chandelier’ to put on my lust list for home goods at the always delicious Mellow Mushroom.
One for each wing, please!
My Miami mini-me has Bieber fever (who doesn’t?) and sent me a picture of the fabulous hat she found to wear to the concert next weekend!
How will The Biebs NOT notice this cutie?!
While strolling a fancy Nashville neighborhood on Sunday, I snapped this picture of a real mansion that shares the same zip code of my mini-manse (only I live on the skid row portion in 600 square feet. But by God, I share the same zip!).
Same zip code. Different purse size.
A quick trip to the Nashville Farmer’s Market proved worthy although it’s January.
Tomatoes, zucchini and squash – oh my!
I just had a hard time deciding between the tomat-oh and the to-mah-to.
So I got both, of course.
Ted’s ‘Uncle Brother’ Elvis (I rescued the black cat below from my parent’s backyard Thanksgiving 2011. We were supposed to have ‘joint’ custody, although he’s at my folks’ house 100% of the time. Therefore, is he Ted’s uncle or brother?) came in for a play date on Sunday afternoon.
Ted’s too cool to share. Or act like he cares.
As soon as I adopted Teddy, I got this fabulous pink carrier for him to trot in and out of, which he refused to do and now travels coddled in a blanket on my lap. But of course now that it belongs to Elvis, he was more than happy to explore its contents.
Sneaky little bastard!
And demanded that he was King of the Carrier.
DIVA!
I ended my relaxing weekend the way it began. With a stud.
A weekend full of silver linings, indeed!
CBXB
