Dinner With My Boyfriend

Okay. So he might be my pretend boyfriend. And I might have switched pretend boyfriends half way through the evening. Damn. I’m so fickle.

Boyfriend No. 1

Boyfriend No. 2

Ladies, you understand my dilemma.

So my Sunday night? Me + boyfriends (1 and 2, respectively) + cold beer + delicious dinner + NFL Fantasy Football research = Damn. Good. Night.

Carnitas Lettuce Wraps

Monday? Do your worst!