Soppho

For Y Chrome’s birthday this year he got a some cupcakes, cards and gifts, a last-minute request for overtime, and, oh yeah, that little earthquake you may have noticed. He contests that it was still better than the year his birthday fell on the first day of school.

Back when I finished graduate school and got a Grown Up Job, I never went out and did a massive clothes shopping trip. I could get away with it because my job has a casual dress code, but I’m finding more and more that I don’t really want to get away with it; I want some nice things to wear. I’m doing it bit by bit as my budget allows, and this is one of my very first pieces.

We let Y Chrome invade girls’ weekend to come out to brunch with us. And on the way home, he learned what bachelorette parties are really all about.

Friend. Bachelorette. All around good sport.

Although she spent an unnervingly large portion of the evening pointing at me and exclaiming, “Just you wait ’til it’s your turn!!” And if ever I were looking for any further incentive to avoid marriage, beyond the fact that it whips my more conservative friends and family members into a tizzy, I just found it. Help me.

I baked my little tail off while waiting for the girls to arrive and our girls’ weekend to begin.

These fall firmly in the “taste a thousand times better than they look (thank goodness)” category. This is the category in which most of my baking resides.