Go to sammy's and eat a whole days worth of calories in the form of pie shakes and sweet potato fries.
I think they would probably decide to give my mom an award.
Number of gross things I've played in: 2 (pudding, and blue foam)
Dear reader (s?),
Catherine here. Straight from everyone's favorite roadtrippin rest stop. That's right. The one and only Ogalala Nebraska. It's been a long day. Luckily I love you (you should love you too) and I wrote a bajillion blog posts over the past 10 hours to show you that love. Look around. And be ready, there will be more on the road posts coming your way tomorrow!
When it comes to me and my high school friends, we are artsy fartsy. Actually, let's be honest, they are artsy, I am well, I'll let you fill in the blank. I don't mind. I relish in the fact that I surround myself with talented people. So when we had our final get together of the summer (which was actually our second final get together of the summer) (which would make it the final final get together) (Ok I'm done) what was it that we were going to do? Artsy Fartsy stuff of course. We started off the night with a rousing game of Just Dance (which I highly recommend), then we went out to the garage where we all (all meaning everyone but me) (I'm the fartsy one remember) pulled out our canvases, and piles of brushes, and plethoras of paint. Luckily my friends took pity on my and let me use some of their stuff. Thanks pals. We all sat and talked while we painted and laughed. Then we put everyone's name in a hat, and each drew a name, and painted a picture for that person. I told you, Artsy.
To top it all off we trekked out to the firepit where we roasted marshmallows. Being the blogger that I am, I took out my small point and shoot camera and began snapping pictures. Next thing I knew, this happened.
And then this happened
One day this summer, it started raining, and consequently all I wanted to do all day was bake cookies and listen to the soothing voices of Michael Jackson and Stevie Wonder. Oh Stevie, how do you do it.
Anyways, for some reason, the only kind of cookie that I could imagine wanting at the time had to have M&M's and had to be about the size of my face. So this was the recipe I found. They were good. Too good. So good that I had to have two, or five, which is quite a feat considering they were the size of my face.
You can find the recipe here.
3. One of these in red.
2. A large one of these. With extra basil. I'm drooling just looking at it.
1. Oh, and one of these. Don't worry, I wont picky.
I hope none of you were worried that I forgot about My brother Christian.
And here is a quiz for you. Take a close look at this picture.
And it was love. Love at first brush I tell you. And my dentist loved it too. No occlusals. Plus my pearly whites look extra pearly now.
I love that stuff.
Love love love.
Ok so let's be honest.