Yo that sh- is weak, LAST week. Just kidding it’s not weak, it’s just aged like a fine wine to perfection but truth be told It’s hard to focusalamagocus at the moment. I’ve extended my long weekend one more day, why not bro? I can internet from anywhere so I’m getting back to work in the kitchen overlooking a pool and it’s uber hard to concentrate when a big lagoon is staring at you from your peripheral vision and the skimmer is just aching for you to pick it up and meditate while skimming out adorablah little purple flowers and it still has not rained! Most brilliant weekend weather ever each new day of sunshine, a blessing. I seriously went back in time this weekend and it was a blast from the past.

But anyway enough about that lets talk about this! In part responsible for why I am so ty-ty still this week, or was. On Thursday I combed the rest of King street west, ate and drank and filmed it, then I went out with the gals and ate and drank the rest of the night away, it was a great week spilling in to long weekend and well here I am now clicking over three hundred spam comments from my blog and catching up on email. I never really take weekends off including email, and it all piles up. I can recall late night facebook correspondences with this brand or that, offering this or that but wanting THIS and why are you sending this late on a Sunday when tomorrow is a holiday, well not in America but we are on Canadian time now and acknowledge all important statutory holidaze especially when they involve drinking and explosions, duh. Your pitch is in peril of dying in a black hole of forget when nocturnal emails get sent, the best is if it’s a tail end one sandwiched between drunk texts from friends and random cray blog fans. If you received an I’ll get back to you on this from me or let me think about it you should probably email me again tomorrow or in a few days and say what’s up? (ps. check that chick’s dance move back there).

Habits certainly turned it out for us like I knew they would and for the rest of the night my mom repeated “how amazing that meal was.” Thank you for being the perfect backdrop for our belated mother’s day girls night + mom meeting Bechnique for the first time. She asked me about her this weekend, the same questions (mom has a repetition memory problem) with the, yes, same answer. No change. yes she still lives near me, yes I like her, yes “she is good for me” and of course Bech stuck up for my mom when I lost my patience a couple (hundred thousand) times like they’re besties now. Fine. Ps. don’t I look like a nice little girl in this get-up. Double ps. why is my mom red?

Mum had the steak special. We all had a piece. That’s truffle butter ah gad ah gad ah gaaaaaaad yes.

Exactly. I find myself pulling similar goofy faces I’ve seen in my parent’s photo-albums of their friends and themselves partying back then. The nut does not fall far from the tree.

Charcuteraymi. I honestly will eat anything if it’s presented like so on a charcuterie board, pickled fish lips, fermented parking lot garbage, bear testicle pate. Food is so futuristic and ridiculous right now the sky’s the limit, it’s hip to be disgusting. However this charcuterie borders on normal high-end fare. No monkey eyes today folks.

When you’re done taking in my lovely essence you’ll note from right to left, we have the wild boar apricot (yum, tried that one the week before) some foie gras, then a bunch of meats and mustard. It was hard to pay attention being one of four cray ladies but trust me they have good meats, Luis is portuguese. Those are the rules.

Thank god for a pretty mum. Something to aspire to and compete with.

Oh hi! I let Bech have that necklace, cruise jewelery and black beads aren’t my thing. It looks great on you though.

Who eats grilled calamari and octopus. Rebecca.

And sardines with roasted tomato balsamic relish (deadly delicious!) it’s smokey and sumptuous, everyone loved it.

My friend the carpaccio and I, sweet sigh. Next time I am getting this for myself. I’ve sung the praises of other carpaccios before even finding one to be unrivaled until I met this one. Yes those are crisp onions.

Muppet Raymi.

Gluten free personal app for Rebecca the diva who will die if she eats bread or wheat. guac and chips. I was jealous.

Jeremy said he’d never been called eye candy before. Own it bro! We all had secret crushes but were well behaved. The drunker mom got she was like, where is that guy bahaha.

Now that I’m out of team platinum Tracey gets all my hair doodads for blond chicks. She wore this braid headband (from Sephora) on the boat this weekend, looked cute with the braid on her dress. Quite gladiator looking.

Another dress from Lois. Michelle saw me trying on the mint one and was like, what are you doing? Mother’s Day presents.

My arms are more toned than they look here, it’s also the cut of the sleeves so looks like I’m doing triceps like a motherfuh- tonight. Photoshoot tomorrow morning.

For my business cards. Yes I have business cards. Yes I have a business. Idiot. Thank you Lois for glitzing and glamming me up. The black shirt you picked out looks adorable with shorts I wore it to the variety store yesterday. Must be worn with a bikini top though. It opens completely in the back, no tie or button clasp at all, va va voom.

That’s me opening it. I should curl my hair more often eh.

Bech liked this picture haha.

Ooh what’s this. Okay yes I gather we all know now.

Blogging is so indulgent, I get to re-experience things all over again when I blob. Thanks be to blob. Lois was looking dynamite this night, we all did. My mom said her personal trainer saw our pics in his feed and didn’t realize they were of her he said oh I saw pictures of some young chicks at the same restaurant as you and she goes D- that WAS US. Lolz.

The Habits caesar comes with a shrimp maybe that’s why she had two of them but no horseraddish which is a cryin’ shame if you ask me (thank you for asking).

I found those other glasses of mine with the pink side frames, I likey.

Do I look tired?

Do not ask questions if you can’t handle the truth which was a lie anyway because I do not look tired it’s just proof that she doesn’t listen to me. EVAR.

Little miss scarf a lot. Wrap it again bro.

Lois had the salmon. mmmmm. She loved it. She has a restaurant too so she knows good when when she eats it and poses with it. my mom’s photo of this is nicer, she makes the colours pop more me I am lazy and don’t edit my photos.

Octopus! I had a bite too, very yum.

I had the caesar and it was delectable and rich with a brioche crusted egg, pancetta, regianno cheese, red wine vinegar & roasted garlic dressing. If the dressing is right it makes the whole salad and this caesar dressing killed it. Sometimes when I do weird diet restrictions I will only live off caesar salads so I make a point to road test one everywhere I go for the day when I have to pack in my foodie pants and go on a low cal diet of some sort.

The mac and cheese I shall tell you again, is magnificent. This is what you bring out to a thing like Brickworks to show off your menu. Let Lois take the rest to go. This mac consists of woodland mushrooms, smoked bacon, black truffle, asiago and parmesan cheeses. It’s super gooey and creamy, exactly what you want. I don’t normally eat pasta but if there’s a sharesies on the table, I do. Break your food rules sometimes to balance out all that restricting.

Being the VIPLEASE table we got to try this interesting concoction of a beverage, can you guess what it is? I can’t! It was for mom she likes to Carrie Bradshaw it when out on the town, her and her cosmos oh my.

Is this a booze drink or a dessert I forget. I was feeling eater’s guilt so I held off the desserts and let the ladies sabotage their diets on their own lol.

Okay this is when it gets a little cray, I’m using my mom’s pics and mine. Here we are walking to Lois’ car.

Here it takes four people to figure out the parking machine. Four tipsy people. Rebecca is helping most obviously. That parking garage on King by Spadina is a godsend.

This is what Rebecca looks like in pictures. Lois nailed it.

The security guy of Spin who took this is Bruce Springsteen’s security, he went to Spain the next day. I thought he had a crush on my mom all this time (we hung at spin a few months ago and got up to our regular antics) but no, it’s me. Tell Brucey hey for me. Spin are keen on us girls joining the women’s ping pong tournament this Friday. I wonder if Susan Sarandon regrets not taking that picture with me now. Lol.

These shoes + my purple sparkle dress? Oh yes, it’s happening. Name the event. I threw some teasers up last week in 12 tasty pics btw I’m sure you’ll recall cos this place has been a ghost town for a few days. Daze.

A photo like this makes me miss my old hair though TBH. Moving on!

My mom’s playing style pissed me off a bit, she would fill her pockets up with balls and already have her hand in pocket on to the next ball before we could even finish a rally and in some (most)(ALL) cases she’d blow the rally with her eagerness to move on to the next ball. Then a bunch of suits took our table over and I knew they wouldn’t pitch in for table rental monies. And then my mom was like you’re making an ass of yourself and Rebecca chimes in do you need me to calm her down? Bahaha. it’s a great stress reliever having unlimited ping pong balls and a paddle to attack your mother and everyone around you with.

Hi hi.

I want a hello kitty paddle.

It’s funny watching dressed up people play ping pong.

We have to wear white if we go to the tournament mom.

I got a food and boo boo booze belly plus period but now I’m all leaned out again and a better human being for it.

News team stance, cool one Lauren.

And these would be Tray Tray’s pics, cool effect mom! ha.

I wonder what Team Habits thought about team Yay cray and the cougs?

Okay it was a different dish but see how she made the colours pop. Good work mom, you passed the protege test.

Meanwhile the gym ambassadress baton I’ve passed on to Alyssa is met with glowing results. Check them abs!

Salmon amuse bouches.

Live entertainment in the back, after your meal go have a wander to the bar or have a seat on a cozy lazy boy couch seat. We spent hours here. It’s that kind of place.

In an octopus’s garden in the shade! These scary monsters are good for you and scary monsters should be eaten, cos they’re scary. And mutants from outer space but in the sea.

I got them matching key necklaces. They bicker and fight much like Rebecca and I do. I said look it’s future us and she laughed hard and said I know. Oh great 20 more years of this. My mom likes that Rebecca bosses me, I knew she would. My mom is a controlling alpha female type chick and there’s no way she can conquer me, ever, so when someone like Rebecca appears to make fun of my bs, she loves it up but that’s fine, Lois and I like to be nice and agreeable so it is on girls. I have no idea what I am talking about and I don’t care.

HA ha see this often? Story of my life looking at the world through the bottom of a glass of booze some Bukowski posturing nonsense. It looks like Galaxy channel.

This is a picture of me and my mom.

Everyone loved Alyssa and everyone loves Lois love love love Habits tweeted there was so much love that night aw shucks. Am I cheesy? Don’t care.

Mom always gets the shot. She’s got a good eye. I invented her though.

Hi hi.

So you can remember the awesome!

Key to the city of my heart.

Everybody loves this dress. Lois spoils me like cray. Rebecca did well in containing her jealousilence or maintaining her jealousilence. Should I stop trying to make fetch happen or what?

Neat. Who are you Scorsese?

Pretty woman!

I have to exchange this dress it’s too droopy. I got the receipt this weekend thanks Lo-lo.

I love greasy salty sweaty meat. Yes I like deli meat too hyuk hyuk.

More of Ben’s beignets too yay with bourbon caramel sauce and Tahitian vanilla bean ice cream my mom was impressed with my ability to describe all of this on the spot (I had them the week before so, that certainly helped).

It’s fun that I can say this is what working looks like right? I enjoy what I do and I’ve earned this fun silly life and I am very grateful for all of it. It’s tiring too though, being on always. My voice gets hoarse sometimes from the constant blabbity blah.

I won a corset so I want my mom to pick one out for when I go to pick one up, Lois too.

it’s burger time now so I’m just gonna blast these up and say as little as possible.

This shirt opens up in the back, the one I spoke about earlier. Rebecca likes it.

This one’s so cute it deserves a re-posting.

Mom’s camera skills makes this carpaccio appear as cinematic as the Godfather.

Mushrooms beneath it were killer. Mom got a bit hostile the more I took.

Fred’s breads. Go to bread.

Cutting up the calamari.

Raymi’s got your back.

When your face gets a bit fatter you look younger, also my nose looks even bigger this week. Remember Michelle and I had a nose-off. I’m pretty nosy too so, you know. Yea ya do.

Lois and mum had the same dresses on. Of course they did.

Mom we want your sandals.

These are cute and lame but necessary right? Here we all are standing beside a wall. I say embrace the embrace.

One of a billion rounds.

Glamourpusses. Mom where is my dress?

Then it was time to work off some of our food consumption.

This picture is called MTV is stupid.

Mom loves her city shots which is great because I don’t have to look like a tourist taking them and then I get to use them for my blog anyway.

The green seat cushions make out outfits pop more. I love that. I love everything. I love lamp too.

I created a monster. I don’t even have to take pictures anymore or ask for them it’s just ready set pose. Makes my already “easy life” easier. Sleazier. Cheesier.

Mom always gets the eccentrics out too, reels and draws them in. We are fun people. Fun attracts fun. Don’t hate, appreciate.

Lois wears stilettos so I have to walk her to car from bar always. One time I caught her and my mom got the action shot, so fabulous falling is.

On their way to us the little darlings.

I don’t need to have kids cos I have them it feels sometimes lol.

Mom loves Toronto.

Hi.

Earlier that day.

Brassaii primed Miss Minx and we had a closed shoot on the patio. Stella had a big adventure day.

Sun baby for life. To be continued…

I’m on a boat!

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Last night was the tits. Yesterday was incredible, I ate and drank all of King west, went up to Habits for more then back down again. Party machine. So naturally, I’m calling it quits early for today as it’s coming upon tan o’clock. It’s been a crazy non-stop 2 weeks and now it’s long weekend hurrah! I’ll check in later. Keep it sleazy.

12 tasty pics vol. 1

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LETS DO THIS!

Yesterday Baby BooBooDooDoo (that’s me) took Teach to Habits Gastropub for a VIPLEASE good ol time. It’s amazing how much just simply “having plans” after chores and errands can change your entire mood and help you get through an Ikea line-up. I was giddy once this impulsive plan came to fruition. Happy ME Monday ruled.

Hope you’ve eaten cos it’s going to get tasty. Hope you’re not thirsty cos it’s gonna get dranky.

I LOVE TO BLOG necklace from Jenn cos I stood on the CN Tower with her and I think she’s buttering me up to babysit her triplets someday haha more like other way around. I thought it would be a funny photo addition, this necklace.

Guess how many drinks boozy mc boozersons had off the martini and cocktail menu (plus a few others heheh). Well between the two of us I mean. I’ll have to come back to reference this card I am sure.

As well the chalkboard. Foodieatathon posts are like school, all this paying attention and remembering (I have good recall BTW) or my readers will ask questions about my report, “Is that duck?” “Is that herring.” “Was it poached?” Lol shut up and just enjoy it keener, it’s about the ride too bro which sometimes if you’re cray fungry can be an icy crabby silent waiting period. Not for me though, I love a pre-cuisine cocktail (BLOGIOUSLY) it compliments the feast splendidly so, makes you ravenous and helps you eat more if you unfortunately became full too quickly. Take time to dine and everything will be just fine. #lifestyletip.

The layout of Habits sold me immediately. It’s like a shotgun house, long and lean but not claustrophobically narrow it’s still very expansive and inviting to move further in to the restaurant with a patio out front that is twice the size with the front doors open lending an inside/outside high-end roadhouse quality that I LOVE. If a resto can remind me of a fantasy place I’ve only experienced in of mind before I will make it a regular spot to haunt. Plus their BRUNCH menu is ballin’ Alyssa went over it with me and pointed out things I could not finish on my own and rotating daily Frittata mmm. I didn’t ask what a frittata was, I think I know but with this foodie thing I just nod and pretend and pick it up as I go.

Frittata – an egg-based dish similar to an omelette or quiche, enriched with additional ingredients such as meats, cheeses, vegetables or pasta. It may be flavored with herbs. YOU HAD ME AT MEATS AND CHEESES.

See how much colour I got this weekend? Tanned in two days and I’m still a bit burny and of course a white shirt will always make it pop.

That’s Ben (foreground) the sous chef (call him Beignet Ben) and Luis (back there) is owner and cook of Habits, what a team they are I love seeing the camaraderie of the servers staff owners blabbity blah, total family right there and no bad vibes period.

I had a caipirinha which is wild blueberry-infused Cachaça, fresh squeezed lime topped with soda. I love this drink, very refreshing but has a boozey flavour kick. Teacher ordered one of the Martinis, a Canadian Kiss: It has a lychee in it + vanilla infused vodka, Canadian rye, peach schnapps, jasmine syrup and grenadine. They infuse their own spirits too btw!

At some points you can’t tell if I’m wearing my napkin or not I started to treat the shirt as if it were a napkin, bad idea. I came out unscathed by spills miraculously.

Ahh yeah cha cha cha Cachaça blahaha. Am I drunk still? No, no hangover at all! I did a lot of situps and tricep extensions when we got home so needless to say I am sore today from that.

The eat and drink myself to death chronicles of Toronto continue. (drink responsibly friends).

Fried oysters. Never had them before and while eating one “fried oysters” became FRIED! OYSTERS! the taste blew me away because they’re breaded with breadcrumbs in a moroccan-style preserved lemon aioli and those little slimy bastards suck it right up I did not expect that crispy delicious crisp I almost ate Alyssa’s thinking it was for me too because, well, I’m me. I knew a lot more was in store for me so, FINE, here.

Photographing the merchandise makes it taste sweeter too, one should take in their food with the eyes as well I say. Presentation is key in foodie world I think it would be obnoxious and rude to just swipe at a plate of piled gorgeousness and stuff it in your mouth before all the foodie geeks got a chance to take a picture for their blogs LOL. I’ll stick that hidden camera pranking in my bonnet for a future stunt. Should be keeping it to myself really but who even reads this little-o thing anyway? (hint: everyone).

Jeremy, our handsome writer/server’s sleeve was just aching to be commented on, which, I did and now you gals know where to go for some eye dining candy (you’re welcome). Just wait til my mom and godmother get their hands on him next week oh brother.

Charcuteraymi time! Feat foie gras (meat butter ah gad straight to my heart) better yet read it yourself in a more fun way so I can get a transcribin’ break.

We shared some foie gras with Jeremy who did not even hesitate when I offered it to him. Some servers would say no but I liked that he said yes, it’s more real and less formal or uptight when everyone is on the same level and all food champions (pigs). I get uncomfortable if a server turns down my offer of a french fry and then I obsess about it all night long and feel rejected. Just eat the bloody french fry okay!

I liked the stuff beside the boar the best, also I loved the boar, but the sausage sopresata has the oily strong flavour, I like spicy salamis because they remind me of Streetsville and all the pork chops and Italian kids I grew up with and as it turns out Luis is portuguese and he is such a sweet guy very nice I know Lois will have a nice chat with him (she runs her own restaurant too) and she’s Italian, oh what a cute little clash in the makings of Lois & Luis j/k they’re both sweethearts, it will be a peach of a time anyway back to meats, all the euro kids had meat sandwiches at school and would gladly trade them up for my peanut butter mungacakey lunches by third recess when we were starving again, what is that mortadella pass it up Jackie Calisto! Yo Cabral, give me an egg custard tart and I’ll do your religion questions for you.

That’s the foie gras. I AM SO FAT.

Classic Raymi. That’s what it tastes like.

Spicy tomato mussels. YUM. Demolished and polished them off pretty quickly. Loved the tomato chunks and big mussels bloated from the broth, lots of steamy big mouthfuls blowing and taking in air to cope with the heat. I am a happening when I eat oh for sure things are definitely happening it is inherited greed from competing with my brother at the dinner table for the best portions. If his bacon looked better than mine or my kraft dinner was cheesier looking there would be whining until everything was equal. Siblings are hilarious this is getting me angry right now just writing about it I can’t wait to rip on my brother this weekend.

I love mustard seeds this much! I never used to like mustard before. See how people can change? I do not respect stubborn or finicky eaters who won’t try new things or eat only one thing always, it’s representative of how regimented they are in other life areas too. Man I can get offended by anything if you let me.

Jeremiah and Raymiliah.

Teacher got a lot of sun too this w/e and in half the time, he’s more ginger than I am.

You’ll note my aristocratic roots from my automatic pinky raising that sh- is real son.

This guy hates seafood but makes an effort for me. When restaurants hear, he likes beef but I like seafood what they actually hear is: rain all of SeaWorld down on me please. When really I am more of a chicken girl, but I’ll eat all the seafood you need in a pinch.

Can we give some praise for Fred’s bread now too where all their fresh bread (and breadcrumbs) come from. You know I typically shy away from my bread but on special eating occasions I will not make sacrifice and I will dig in. I can make it up later in other restrictive ways.

How much does my nail polish pop? Loads. Love.

Wonder what their night was all about. People watching bonus also no one cared about our shenanigans, pretty caj dining clientele I adore that so much. I hate posturing crabby faced diners, ew, don’t look at me, please enjoy your life and your meal for the greater good if you could.

Three different Raymi business cards, I’ve gone through how many now? At least 7.

Round Two drinkin’ all your drinks! I ordered the Cucumber splash (it has absinthe in it pssst) and teach had the Habits Mojito. His tasted better so we swapped back and forth yummily.

I look like a cartoon. That’s because I am one.

Good thing my next batch of cards are ready in time for my hair colour change wah woh. My dad says they are awesome anyway.

Alyssa, one of my Little Raymis, had a fun night the evening before wining and dining a famous Iron Chef I think the Habits team are proud of her for that one as well as helped her make it happen.

Hearing all about it here, no, you don’t say!

Thanks be to blog.

If you put it up properly it will look like what I wanted it to look like.

Don’t care how hung you are take a drink.

Sardines! Do you remember that game? Bonus points if you do and ever played it. These were delish little fish but teacher wouldn’t have one, he put his seafood foot down on that one and not even when I made my bass sing and dance to him and the spine broke bahaha not sorry.

Oh wait I am wearing a napkin like a good girl.

Here I go. The balsamic relish has a nice smoke to it that compliments the fish oh so much, had some with my bass as well.

I will eat anything if it is prepared fancy enough, if this were fear factor and it was raw bull testicles and sheep brains, ugh, sorry.

Ha my eyes say it all it’s dawning on me that I have to eat it all myself. I think it’s rude and wasteful to not finish your food but some say it’s respectful to the cook to leave food on your plate in asian cultures so who’s to say, I just go on the side of money cos your ma will give you a whoop ass or make you sit at the table til bedtime until you finish them beans.

Not to mention I am starting to get full at this point.

Luckily “in the doghouse” Alyssa was there to help me. My personal photog/sous-stomach.

And then she almost set the fricking restaurant on fire. The Little Raymi does not fall far from the tree.

We wanted to try the mac n cheese too so Michelle gave us tiny portions. I can see my stepping in to a bottle of red wine with a big bowl of this before me in the fall. Should I place my reservation now?

And just like that boys and girls your hero kept on eating.

Can you believe I’ve gotten this far without gloating about my ponytails yet? Who’s regressing now? I’m sitting in a high chair too wearing a bib.

Michelle chose the best red for my main, I was in a happily dizzy blur by then so I don’t remember what it was but I loved it and I want more.

Oh hai there who’s your friend didn’t hear you come in make yourself comfortable.

You guys made our night you really did I forgot to say that before I left but no time like the present to thank you again. I KNOW my girls will adore Habits and I’m glad I went ahead to spoil myself here last night to ensure it.

Meanwhile check out their happy land of food I want that chicken.

See how happy I am THIS COULD BE YOU. When you go to Habits be sure to say you saw them featured on my blog to have some of the magical hook-ups rubbed off on ya too Little Raymis they’ll be happy to see you. LIKE them on Facebook of course, and they’re also pretty cheeky tweeters @HabitsGastropub.

The steak! Comes with polenta fries they call crazy fries and this grilled 10oz USDA prime is smothered in brown butter hollandaise to die for and genius idea.

Piping steaming hot and crispy, I was amazed at the flavour, didn’t even know they were made of polenta.

Me and my delicious bass.

Steak me up Scotty.

Let this day forever be known as the great day of eating. I can’t wait to go back.

House made infusions!

Dare you to guess which one we got a sip of. Hint: BACON RYE. It was insanity. Liquid smokey bacony delicious heaven floating on a raft at the cottage bliss. Sunny Sunday morning greasy relaxing breakfastastical tastiness. End scene.

Cozy and classy.

Great plenty of spirits available to you.

Even greater bar to bar fly lush away some hours at too. A nice big bar is crucial as well the friendly service behind it. This place has both.

Michelle is the other owner (and manager) of Habits (located at 928 College Street by the way) I really like her.

We were having a who has a bigger nose competition. I was like no way, MY nose shows up an hour before I do nice try. I have discovered that a lot of foodie women are total comedians, blunt, and no BS just like me. We said we both knew Ivy Knight, who is very funny too. I wonder if there’s a link between food and funny if I am seeing a commonality or maybe there isn’t because on the other side of the token are all the gruff chefs out there, men and women. Okay guy chefs you’re funny too.

Nose-off! We are this close to making out!

I think I win by a nose hair. I have a longer ski slope I think. I was bullied in school about it, don’t care I knew I was bigger than my big nose. Michelle’s has a bump on hers so bonus points and close call. Your nose gets bigger when you age though. Great. Can’t wait.

More food please!

Glad for my 3F Fashions shirts which I shall call my binge eating attire.

Guess what I am eating after I get up from pressing publish? A beignet!

Whoops, NOT Tunisian Vanilla but TAHITIAN HAha. Ps. I brought the family (Rebecca’s) camera out with me, haven’t looked at the shots trying not to overdo it too much. Yet.

This elation made possible by bacon rye.

It was so clear, they filtered the crap out of it. I’ve made my own bacon vodka before so I felt smart here, for once.

Once I hugged every person place and thing we were ready to leave.

And after all that indulging I still somewhat had abs.

Mother’s Day reminder! I already bought my card.

Patio dream queen. I’d love to sit in that corner and watch the world go by looking in to my glass of rye.

I think you guys should drop in next Thursday when the cougs and I are there. Can you say SH-T SHOW? I can! More later have a spectacular day (continue to do so if you are already good work keep it up) as for me it’s time to work out after I eat that apple donut heheh luv Raymes.

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