Lazier Than Ever

Tularosa dress, Ray-Ban sunglasses, Mar Y Sol bag

Tularosa dress, Ray-Ban sunglasses, Mar Y Sol bag

Every year my husband and I try to outdo our ridiculously lazy beach vacations by challenging ourselves with how much more lazy we can be and how little activities we participate in each time. In Cancun this year we bypassed all the 46 free activities that you get when you sign up for a $20 taxi cab ride at the airport and went straight to our rooms to take a nap. Then we got into our bathing suits for a dip in the hot tub and then a steak dinner. The rest of our days were spent doing pretty much the same thing; lounging around like beached whales at the pool while sipping  iced Perrier's with lime. Zip lining? Nope. Swimming with dolphins? I don't need new friends. Parasailing? I can see the ocean just fine in my linen strewn cabana bed. Fishing? No, way; who will spray me down with Evian spritz if everyone is busy fishing? Thankfully, I never had to find out that answer. 

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Svelte Metals, YSL, and Vita Fede bracelets, my own rings

Svelte Metals, YSL, and Vita Fede bracelets, my own rings

Oxfords, Not Brogues Unless...

Club Monaco sweater, Tularosa shorts, Zara shoes, Dior sunglasses, Chanel bag

Club Monaco sweater, Tularosa shorts, Zara shoes, Dior sunglasses, Chanel bag

I have a rule where when Colin Firth says something, I listen. Not only because he's super hot, but because he's Mr. Darcy, and you ALWAYS listen to Mr. Darcy. So when Colin Firth tells me that a self-respecting man only wears "oxfords, not brogues" I listen. I listen until I see a pair of of silver platform creeper brogues. Then, I would have to think that Colin Firth probably didn't mean these brogues and that a self-respecting man would be crazy not to grab a pair of these from Zara and declare them absolutely amazing. Thanks Mr. Darcy, I knew you were a reasonable man. 

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Wear White To Work Day

My second favorite Monday night show to watch is The Bachelor (second to Vanderpump Rules, of course!). The entire time I was watching the finale, all I could think was how romantic it was that Chris was forced to pick Whitney even though he was actually in love with Becca but couldn't pick her because she essentially dumped him in the fantasy suite by saying that she did not love him and that there was no way in hell she would move to Arlington-The-Mall-Is-70-Miles-Away-And-The-Only-Place-To-Buy-Coffee-Is-From-A-Creepy-Guy-Brewing-It-In-His-Backyard-Every-Morning, USA. I love when love works out. 

Bite Me

Dating in the modern world is hard. You've got profiles, pictures, and dating questionnaires even before you get the chance to embarrass yourself in person. From here, you're already judging them how much money they make, those mandals they wore, or that really bad "your mama's so fat" joke that they thought was just SO FUNNY. This means that the fun discovery process of finding out all this stuff is taken away and the only thing left to discover about the other person are their annoying habits, like how they slurp their soup and go "ahhh" after. I have a friend that's dating a guy right now where every time she asks him to share a bite of his food, before he gives it to her, he will 1. look at it first 2. take a bite and then 3. offer her whatever bite is left. I don't know about you, but from a person that gets all the bites, I find this to be incredibly offensive. First because you realize that the bite that he took was presumably, and for all intents and purposes, the best bite and that he HAD TO get it before you got it, and all the bites that are left are presumably far less tasty than the one he's chewing on in his annoying mouth. This realization will then, of course, lead you to the Titanic scenario: would his ass be in a dress and wig so he can get in one of those lifeboats with Celine Dion, leaving you stuck with with all those second class citizens below?! Now, I'm sure the guy has other amazing qualities; maybe he takes the best bite but then goes out and buys her Louis Vuitton bags. But, short of that, I don't know how I could look at this dude during a meal and not want to punch his teeth out. Tell him to "bite me" or let it slide for the next 50 years? You tell me.