AKUTTRAMAH! (completely needed and nowhere near sfw)

I'm in the worst mood. And it's not even 10:30 am. I'm doomed! When that happens, The Winnebago Man always lifts my spirits.

Sometimes you just need to get wild and tell even the flies to f*ck off.

eeks!

We have a mouse in the house! While watching t.v. the other night, he dared to dart across the living room in front of the both of us. He didn't even try to hug the wall and be nondescript. BOLD.

MK seems to think it's hilarious to imagine our mouse wearing a little golf ball helmet and taking his hog out for a spin after we've headed off to bed, à la Ralph.

I disagree. I want the punk dead. Mostly because I'm scared he'll get lost and try to play in my hair.

We set traps but so far no nibbles. Now, I'm channeling this amazing snake series and sending vibes of impending doom.

got to say goodbye for the summer

Fall is hands down my favorite time of the year and it's HERE. Even though I'm pumped to walk in the crisp air and eat apples, I'm mostly excited for the fact that I won't be receiving anymore mosquito bites until May.

Alberto Seveso's insanely amazing high speed photography series of a lego riding ink waves is a perfect send off to a summer of beaches, sand, and tan toes.

Enjoy the weekend! I'll be sipping spiked cider in a turtleneck and eating candy corn. You?

Salmofan

Who wouldn't want to rock salmon colored anything?! Especially, these Jordans. Only fools and cowboys, I think.

I just bought salmon corduroys and I am so so excited to wear them this fall. What you thinkin'? Would you sport the salmon?

(vintage typewriter, pretty invitations, smoked salmon pizza, leggings by Rag & Bone)

whiskey bent and hellbound

Gin is definitely my summer fling but when the air gets a little chilly there is nothing like a good nip of whiskey to keep you warm. For years, Buffalo Trace (great name, right?) was my go-to for its fantastic flavor and bargain price of $20 a bottle.

Then the hipsters wrapped their freelancing little fingers around it. Recently, I ordered a Buffalo Trace in Brooklyn and it was $8 a glass. Ouch, baby.

Enter the new sheriff in town; George Dickel No. 12. At $19 a bottle and under the new york radar, I think we're made for each other. It's a libation liberation!

every respectable lady needs a whiskey holster. duh.

and flooring made of reclaimed whiskey barrels. double duh.

Enjoy the weekend! Tonight, we're going to see Contagion with my lady crush Gwyneth. I'm pumped.

you make me feel like dancing

whoa, look at these pictures of my parents circa pre-michelle (and her infectious disposition). My mom had it.going.ON. And, Dad, you have hair! I thought you were bald since 12. Today is full of revelations.

Here is a cute one of my parents dancing. They're just as in love today. When my mom is out of town, my dad sleeps on the couch because he can't sleep in the bed without her. Peas and carrots.

yikes. dancing ain't what it used to be.

out of the woodwork

If there is one thing I've learned about dating, it's that ex-boyfriends never truly go away.

Despite thinking you'll never hear from them again, you ALWAYS do. They disappear for a period, only to re-emerge out of the woodwork at the most inopportune times.

Sometimes it's a random text while out with your new fox, other times it's a weird comment on a Facebook picture or, my personal favorite, a birthday email asking you "what's new?" a year after they dumped you.

What are they even doing in the woodwork while they wait for you to partially move on before striking? Whittling chess pieces?

Confirmed - Ex-boyfriends and cockroaches will be the only two specimens to survive a nuclear attack.