
With this text my fashion street cred completely evaporated.
(In my defense, they’re actual shoes. I’m not going all Frank Reynolds with the clogs…yet.)

With this text my fashion street cred completely evaporated.
(In my defense, they’re actual shoes. I’m not going all Frank Reynolds with the clogs…yet.)
At Tastebuds last night I opted for the salmon over their mac and cheese pasta solely so I could free up some calories for the bourbon-plum bread pudding with black pepper caramel. I chose…wisely.
Whew! I only have to remember one day.
(I took this picture over the weekend and forgot about it. Thanks for ruining my snarky quip with your premature childbirth, Kim.)