cloud nine

I did it. We did it. Finally.

A vacation is happening, at the end of April. Go ahead, check out those highs in the mid 80s. I dare ya.

It isn't Prague, but that's okay - I'll plan a better trip, a less frantic and get-me-outta-New-England kinda thing. Since Mr. Boyfriend is a former expert on the Dominican Republic, and I look really good holding fruity pink drinks with umbrellas, this couldn't be more ideal.

Unless it was free - I'd take that.

Because I like to have money. And, super conveniently, so does this lady. Inspired by this major financial commitment (though I do feel our Orbitz vacay package was a good deal) and the artful debtor, I'm gonna make a big step and work extra hard to cut down on my biggest spending drain: dining out. To soften the blow of this hardship (and one of the things I like to blog most about) I've decided that if I'm hankering a takeout dish I can cook it myself and make a trip to the grocery store. So my wallet won't suffer, and my culinary skillz can get an upgrade. And it'll probably help me be less lazy in the kitchen.

Also, my random blog-stalking has yielded as awesome cache of silly images: Who ate the damn pizza rolls