In case any of you have ever harbored romantic notions about what it must be like to live with me, let this confirm that it would be terrible. I have weird hangups about the smell of damp towels. I require kitchen items to be meticulously placed in specific locations. I leave craft projects all over … Continue reading
the anatomy of an email and pie with booze I have my work email on my personal mobile device. It’s a double edged sword because while I don’t look like a douche with two phones in my pocket, work email is always with me. Of course, I assume that should you be emailing me after … Continue reading
Pie and butter and cake – oh my! It’s no wonder really that I really like, uh, booze. One of the only baby pictures I have where I’m not stuffing my face, I’m attempting to down a glass of champagne, some panicked looking hands in the background attempting to thwart my desires. It’s actually a … Continue reading
The Boozy Bakeshop 