art and cookies

 thrilling weekend. 

ate. 

wandered the streets looking at art and for things to spend money that I don't have on.

baked.

a.k.a. what i do EVERY weekend. 

no complaints here!

tiff's flavor of the week: lemon sugar

what's that you ask? 

why yes, i did in fact drive all the way to downtown dallas to taste one of these babies.

worth every cent of the $4.20/gallon gas.

southlake arts festival.

this booth's art was absolutely ridiculous. 

that egg cost almost $1000. 

i'm not joking.

they rock. (once again, am i 23 or 53?)

had to try chocolate chip cookies using browned butter. 

obviously, i also had to try them stuffed with brownies.

one word: 

H

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V

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Y

let me know if you want my recipe and i'll hook you up.

(you should want my recipe)

love.

Notes to self:

1. If the temperature outside has not risen since yesterday, the temperature of the workout room will also not have risen since yesterday. Therefore, attempting to inhale the same icy air while running will still be just as likely to induce a nose-bleed.

2. I know you think the workout room exists solely for you and roomie since you are the only people you ever see using it, but your fellow residents, who are also stuck in their apartments for the millionththird day in a row, are as equally as bored as you are and are therefore allowed to use the workout room as a last resort boredom-buster. Please be patient and learn to share. 

3. When you are snowediced into your apartment, and therefore unable to acquire groceries, you should refrain from finishing off your entire batch of peanut butter cookies in two days since you used the only cookie ingredients you had for that batch. You will not be happy when the only sweets you have left are a stale bag of mini marshmallows and three Starbursts.

4. Not unlike your need for better rationing of your dessert, you should also practice better rationing of your toilet paper when you are three quarters of the way through your last roll. 

5. You are going to severely regret not using all of your free time more wisely when you have 923084029384 chapters to read and papers to write next week. At least your finger nails will be spectacularly polished and you will be completely up to date on all of the happenings of your favorite bloggers' lives.

<3

February: you are not doing much better than January

In case there was any confusion at all, I DO NOT LIKE snow, ice, or freezing temperatures. Actually, snow is okay. Ice and freezing temperatures are not. Luckily, I'm pretty sure you must have ice and freezing temperatures to have snow.

Don't get me wrong. I can seriously appreciate a chilly day filled with hot chocolate, a fire, and soup or chili. Keep in mind, however, that I consider any temperature under 70 degrees to be a chilly day. Thus, I DO NOT NEED a ten degree day to enjoy my four bowls of soup.

I am going into my 43rd hour of being trapped in my box and it is seriously starting to take its toll. I just lit 5 candles for fun. Next on my list: organizing the pantry, cabinets, and freezer. I have never wanted a fresh vegetable so badly. Namely, my daily dose of butternut squash. My frost-bitten green beans that taste like watered down grass are just NOT cutting it. 

Thankfully, roomie and I did scrounge up the ingredients (minus the baking soda- exactly what does that do?) for peanut butter m&m cookies last night, which has served as the one delicious part of this entire fiasco.

In case you are wondering how I will be spending the remainder of this hellaciouscozy snow-in, take a gander at the above picture (imagine it in my mouth) and the following picture (imagine it in my dreams).

<3

P.S. If you have to wear long johns and gloves in your gym to prevent developing frost bite, just turn around and go back home. It's NOT happening.

P.P.S. Congratulations to Naomi and Josh!! I cannot wait to count the number of blog entries posted before one is not centered around the babyandhowmuchyouloveherandhowmuchshehaschangedyourlifeforeverandhowyoucannotdoanythingwithoutherandyouhavenoideahowyoueverlivedwithouther.