Girl meets KitchenAid: a love story.

I'm pretty sure this is the post where I'm supposed to say something along the lines of "I hate Valentine's Day." Or maybe go so far as to say, "I hate people that smile." (please tell me you've seen the Shit Single Girls Say vid on YouTube).

But you guys, who needs a boyfriend when you have a seafoam green KitchenAid mixer? I think my love for it is unhealthy. Sometimes I catch myself staring at it longingly for extended periods of time. iwishiwaskidding.

If you can't tell, these cookies are love letters. In honor of Valentine's Day! Adddorrrrrrrrr.

They aren't addressed to anybody because I ran out of icing. Ok...maybe I didn't have anyone to address them to. Somehow writing "To: Mom" just seemed slightly more depressing than leaving them blank. If that's even possible.

Why everyone should have a baby. Except maybe the girls on Teen Mom.

I've been waiting for what seems like forever to make these baby onesie cookies. But since I am babyless, and my friends don't seem to be taking one for the team and just having an effing baby already, I've been patiently waiting for someone to get knocked up. That is why Saturday was such a glorious day. The heavens opened up and I was invited to a baby shower.

Making these will give you baby fever. They will also give you diabetes.

Oh snow she didn't

I decided on the 23rd of December I should probably get started on my Christmas shopping. This was not wise, considering I also had to make a good 3 dozen sugar cookies AND pick up gifts on my clueless father's behalf AND get caught up on Teen Mom.

The one plus side to my urgency was that I didn't have time to shop for myself, which is actually what got me into this mess in the first place. It seems each time I attempt to get my shopping done I somehow magically end up at H&M or Anthropologie... Oh weird! I'm in the women's section at Nordstrom. How the hell did that happen? I guess I should just buy this shirt in my size and go home then...

I made these cookies for a Christmas party. It's a good thing I have these bad boys documented on film because I'm pretty sure no one saw them. Well, they saw them, but it's likely no one remembered seeing them. What can I say, my friends and I still act like we are 18 and consume ungodly amounts of alcohol in order to have a good time. But we also drink wine and dress up like adults sometimes to offset our childish (awesome) behavior.

Just look at these gems glistening in the sunlight. It's no mistake I'm posting these, either. Seattle actually got snow last week...hallelujah! Since one snowflake fell, I didn't have to go into work for 3 days. I'm just kidding, there were at least four snowflakes.

What I did learn from this experience, aside from how to get work done while simultaneously watching Ellen, is that I should never EVER be allowed to work from home. Day 3 I looked at myself and realized I had a grave situation on my hands. I hadn't changed my sweatshirt in days, there was peanut butter smeared on my mouse, I found M&Ms down my shirt, it was frightening.