Just when you thought I'd joined a nudist colony...

What I wore: Boots, Target. Jeans, American Eagle. Top & necklace, Forever 21.

BAM. An outfit post.

Last week we had gorgeous weather. Upper sixties with a breeze 

just cool enough for me to break out the cardigans and fuzzy socks.

And it was perfect because I've been dying to do some fall cooking.

Literally, my belly's screaming for warm, spicy casserole and salted caramel yummies.

But I'm not allowed to bake for non-events. And by "not allowed" I mean 

"not able to be alone in the house all day with the leftovers".

Because trust me, it's not unfathomable for me to devour a pan of brownie in one sitting.

So, I thought...we're sophisticated young adults. Why not have a dinner party?

Ryan invited friends from work and I planned a drool-worthy menu.

But then, I bought a website template. And the internets got me.

And all of the sudden it was dinner party day, the house was still a mess,

it was after lunch and I still hadn't gone grocery shopping. 

(I'd like to note, however, that I did manage to shower -
an important accomplishment in life post-website-purchase.)

Um...oops.  

But, like a trooper, I was ready to tear myself away from the computer

and speed off to the grocery store. But then Ryan tempted me with an escape option.
We coule postpone the fancy fall dinner and do games and pizza instead.
Balderdash and no slaving in the kitchen? Count me in, man.
I felt a wee bit of guilt for copping out on making dinner for our guests,
but the extra few hours of website play far outweighed the guilt
(obsessed, I tell you, obsessed!).
Oh, website...you're such a life suck.