Sometimes You Just Need Some Fritos

“Style is the perfection of a point of view” – Richard Eberhart.

Oh my, but I do believe this is true.

Like it or not, we are all judged by our appearances. Luckily (or perhaps not?), this is one of many facets upon which we are judged. This is a roundabout way of saying, I recently stumbled upon a fashion blog that I actually like – Capital Hill Style. I may not be working on the Hill, but I work in the legal field and I don’t want to look like a skank and/or a 20-year old! So this is a breath of fresh air.

Do you know what else is a breath of fresh air? Knowing that Frito Pies are a real thing!


Oh my word!

I discovered this culinary treasure while in Atlanta, Georgia. It came with mashed potatoes, sauteed greens, beets, a piece of fried chicken, and corn bread. I ate everything. I might prefer my usual fare of grilled chicken and salad, but man, sometimes you just need some food.

Happy Friday everyone!

Fall Has Arrived

And all I want to do is shop for for portable air conditioners on Amazon.

Honestly, San Diego has near-perfect weather 98% of the time. It’s that 2% that can be unbearable. Especially since a lot of homes (aka MINE) do not have air conditioning.

Luckily, this has not stopped me from ordering a venti pumpkin spice latte (two pumps only, please!). Turns out, I think they’re too sweet! I think I’ll stick to my caffe mistos. The takeaway point is that it may be hot as hell here, but I’m going to drink my hot caffeinated beverage anyway. Rebel!

In other news, I’m sporting a new accessory.



That would be a splint for my FRACTURED WRIST. My clumsiness knows no limit. Does anyone else relate to this?

I realize that there is a lot of complaining going on here. But my state of mind couldn’t be further from the truth. In less than two weeks my little sister is getting married. In Charleston, South Carolina. I am so excited about both of these things – my sister’s impending nuptials and my impending trip to Charleston.

I also recently gave my dog, Valentino, a bath.


He looks miserable. But at it was momentary. I promise. And he DOESN’T SMELL LIKE BUTT. We all win here. I promise. (Please don’t judge me on the state of my bathroom, I was putting off a deep clean until post-bath!)

Things are definitely good around here.

Important question: has anyone tried the salted caramel drink at Starbucks? I’m intrigued!