“I had a little hack before I started smoking. But the smoke is like exercise, it gets in your lungs and builds them up.” —
boss
His logic. Oh, his logic.
Sincerely,
Sally B.
Friend Request of the Day - Adele
Adele. Please, let’s be friends. I’m begging you… in a completely normal, non-stalker sort of way. You are the classy, Brit chick anti-diva that my entourage has been missing.
Sincerely,
Sally B.
(Source: itsdjkg, via thegrammys)
Whitney
By now, you know. We lost Whitney. First Michael, now Whitney. I’m not sure how much more of this I can take. My pop idols are dropping like flies. Kids, if this isn’t a testimony of what drugs can do to a person’s career, I don’t know what is. I blame Bobby Brown. Ladies, you can’t turn a bad boy. You just can’t.
I rocked a serious hair bow because of her. I embraced my natural curl because of her. I sang in my church choir because of her. “I Wanna Dance with Somebody” was the first song I knew by heart that wasn’t from Sesame Street. I can remember dancing in my parents kitchen to that song and putting on a show with some friends while we sang over the tape. I must own every album she’s made.
If losing Michael was any indication, there will be millions of downloads and album sales in the next 48 hours. It just so happens that I listened to my Whitney play list at the gym this morning.
I offer it to you now in her memory:
Sincerely,
Sally B.
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This is a lot of rules... I will stick to number 3 for now, thank you very much. -
P.S. Word of the Day: “diabesity”
Sincerely,
Sally B.
Obligatory Food Post/ Update
Ok, bitches. It’s time for an update. Since the great sugar abolishment of 2012, I’ve been eating a whole lot of what tastes like grilled bark and pine straw. I never thought I’d crave the hell out of pretzels or yogurt - I miss mimosas like the deserts miss the rain.
But I’m getting crafty, and these turkey meatballs are an awesome find from my friend’s blog. Without going all Top Chef on you, I’ll say that I did alter the recipe slightly… oh hell, I just left out the damn bread crumbs.
Sincerely,
Sally B.
“Oh, and can we talk about the fact that Liam Neeson was THROWN CLEAR OUT OF THE PLANE WITHOUT A SCRATCH ON HIM? Nonsense. Sorry, I’m still pissed at that movie.” —
she’s not going to let this one go
Sincerely,
Sally B.
Monday Message to the Universe
Courtesy of the Georgia Aquarium circa 2008.
Sincerely,
Sally B.
Fridays are for tiny cowboys.
Sincerely,
Sally B.
Why?
Because when I emailed this story around this morning, here’s what I got back:
“Um, this is what I use. So, how good are you at building diaper cakes?
“Worst. mistake. ever.”
“Whoopsies.”
“Well thank god I use the time honored pull out method! Oh just kidding - we all know I’m celibate.”
Real grownups care about news about a contraceptive recall.
Sincerely,
Sally B.
“Sorry I missed your call. I drank some Riesling and passed out on the sofa. Damn Bama fans is right. They ruin everything. Also, I saw The Grey. It did suck, and it left me with an ‘um, oh’ kind of feeling. I was hoping for something with the intensity of Taken but the cuteness of White Fang. It was neither. Also, I keeping thinking that the dog is giving me side eye when he’s hungry. There’s now an uncomfortable distrust between us. We don’t talk anymore like we used to. I blame The Grey. And Bama - BOOM! Full circle text. Call you tomorrow.” —
my lawyer is good at text messages
Also, she has strong opinions on American film and Bama fans.
Sincerely,
Sally B.