Hello, Sunday.
Well, what a week. Not such good news out there in the world. Let’s try and make this week better. It starts with one.
Tomato and I have been having adventures at the Windy City Lake Shake, a country music fest by the lake. The usual cast of characters have been present, and as usual, adventures with Tomato tend to be the best kind.* They continue tonight, capped off with some Jason Aldean. #ShesCountry.
Oh, and Happy Father’s Day, dads! And you too, Big Buddha, wherever you sit watching over me. I saw Lady A a few nights ago and danced in your place.
Before the day beings, let’s sit down with a cup of tea and read some things. Here we go:
No one needs to justify a three week vacation to me, but for those of you that need convincing, here it is.
Did Jurassic Park teach us nothing? Spoiler alert: that did not end well. You know what else are dinosaurs? Alligators. We’re not doing so well with those either. Let’s keep the past in the past, science.
In the face of tragedy, the world comes together.
Anyone who has ever received an unsolicited d*&k pick, here is your revenge. Gentlemen, be warned. And everyone, keep what’s in your pants or under your shirt off the internet- guys and girls. Let’s be ladies and gentlemen.
Dads, making parenting fun. Or, funny.
Back when I lived in London, I lived next door to a pretty hot guy that was famous in the same way that Paris Hilton was around that time. His name was Calum Best. Seems that he’s now Famously Single in a new reality show. Grab the popcorn and ice cream.
Remember how I was obsessed with and binged through Call the Midwife? Here’s why you should too. So good!
For anyone making travel plans, I can’t speak more highly of Intrepid Travel, who I used for Nepal 2011, Peru 2012 and Nepal 2014. Apparently, I’m not alone.
And finally, hop over to Cookies for England and meet Emilie. She’s the bees’ knees!
That’s all I’ve got. Let’s hope this week trumps the last.
No, go out and enjoy that sunshine! Have a good week!
*You can follow our adventures at #AdventuresofPotatoeandIke. The story goes that one day, we were sitting around and Tomato said that if she ever got a dog, it’d be a French bulldog, and that she’d name it Potatoe. I countered that if I ever got a dog, it’d be a black lab, and I’d name him Ike. The next day, I was walking down the street and I saw a lady walking both a French bulldog and a black lab. As such, that’s what we’ve become, and so were named our adventures.
Written before shakin’ it like a country girl.
