My old roommate was here yesterday afternoon.
Hadn’t seen her in MONTHS!
I looked like crap, so rather than us yesterday, here’s us at Kenny Chesney a while back. It’s better, cause we have cowboy hats
I should get bangs again.
Anyways, I took her to Baker & Spice, because there’s very little we like more than carbs and coffee.
Well, we like pretty drinks and carbs more. But I had to get in a car in not too long, so face sized margaritas were out.
I’m really sad we didn’t take pictures of this, but we walked through the co-op grocery and there were ONLY Hanukkahs decorations. No trees, no Santa, no Jesus. I’d been trying to explain to her how she should move back, because she can come live with me (the fiance would LOVE that) and find a nice Jewish husband (she’s Jewish), and she didn’t believe me that SW Portland has a large Jewish population.
The dreidle garland did a nice job of proving my point.
When we lived together we had a blue and white christmas tree. It was our compromise.
For dinner the fiance asked for Mac and Cheese. I’m a good wifey, so I obliged.
We made cookie dough together. The fiance was most helpful at the licking
Oh god. That sounds super dirty doesn’t it.
I meant licking these
I think that’s worse.
I need more sleep.
I baked the cookies this morning
I’m not sure if frosting and a 2 year old are good combo. But I’m not her mom, so it’s ok.
But, you know, for quality control, I had to make sure they were good
“cookies for breakfast?! Why Kalin….”
Don’t worry guys, don’t worry