Do you ever stop to think about who would mourn you if you were to suddenly die? I know that’s kind of a dreadful thought to have but an interesting one none the less.
Yesterday I had the best Thanksgiving dinner EVER. I was super shocked to find out that it was all made by a man. Not to say that men can’t cook. It was so “slap your momma” good that I assumed a woman made it. Boy, was I wrong. And now I want to take cooking lessons from him and/or marry him.
It’s a no brainer that Thanksgiving would be my favorite holiday. What’s not to love about food? If I were to pick a few more things to love about this day, they’d be:
It’s always been on my to-do list to attend a professional sporting event. I got that opportunity on Wednesday. Awesome part is, the Atlanta Hawks won! I’m a good luck charm.
After being emotionally drained from watching The Best Man Holiday, I headed over to my cousins to replenish my soul. She forgot to mention in her brief text invitation that her “dinner” had a theme. Not really surprising to me; my cousin loves to throw fancy gatherings. And I’m always here for them.
I saw her hair before I saw her. And honey, there’s no better way to grab my attention than with a banging coiffure. I then noticed her style and thought hey, she’s refreshing, and I dig it. Meet Chanel.
Lately, I’ve been clinging to the same articles of clothing. As the weather gets more brutal, I care less about being “cute” and more about being comfortable and even more basic. I’m completely and positively obsessed with all things black, white and tan. I’ve always adored color but now I’m leaning more towards making it an accessory and not the main sha-bang, ya know?