Adventures in tra-la-la-la

I’ve never seen a single episode of American Idol, The Bachelor, Survivor or anything of the sort. Don’t get me wrong I watch plenty of terrible tv and I am in no way judging your choices but I figure why start now.

Doncha wish your dinner was hot like mine (Taken with Instagram at Trattoria Da Vinci)

I think you two need to sell your home and just buy an RV, or “live” in hotels. You’re never home anyway!

That’s my dream life! Someday…

home

NEVAH!

I really want to go to both but that’s really not an option. We just can’t decide. Chicago’s going to be hot and the North Shore’s going to be rainy.

One of Brad’s friends was in a terrible motorcycle accident a few years ago that resulted in a his leg being amputated. Consequently he’s been on a cocktail narcotic painkillers since then but he doesn’t want to live that way anymore. He’s contacted a few different clinics and “homeopathic” rehabs but they’ve all treated him like a junkie criminal. Does this sort of thing even exist? I just feel so terrible for him.

What exactly *is* a Starburst?

I’ve become more than a little obsessed with my fuel economy. Whenever it falls below 30 mpg I feel like such a failure. Real problems: apparently I need some (Taken with instagram)

Learning the intricacies of Gabriel Douglass’s beard care regimen. Nutrogena, who knew? (Taken with instagram)

I made it to The Electric Fetus in time for the 4onthefloor in store. Hecks yeah for rock n’ roll time (Taken with Instagram at The Electric Fetus)