Did I trick you guys into thinking that me and my whole family died as a result of my cooking brunch? I hope that's not what you thought... we all survived. The brunch was delicious. Like magically delicious. Everyone took home a little extra for afternoon snacks. Except for my broseph. He showed up a fashionable two hours late. Thanks, ass. Pictures are to come but I still haven't bought a camera cord because I suck. At life.
Speaking of, I'm keeping this post super short because I have to get ready for the GRIZZLIES OPENING GAME! Hells yes. I love the Grizz. And I love free tickets from work. I should be home in time for some alcohol induced posting. Love you bitches.