Guilty Pleasures

Happy Tuesday!

How are you all?  I’m not going to lie, I’m feeling a little tired after closing at work last night and waking up a 6 for 4.5 mile run.  I killed it though, after telling Joey that he wasn’t allowed to talk to me during the last .5 miles.

And I’m feeling better after re-fueling with some “peaches n cream oatmeal,” but you’ll find out about that tomorrow (WIAW, yay!).

For now, since I’m feeling a little low on words (I know, I’m shocked too), allow me to share some “guilty pleasures” I’ve been loving lately.

Instagram.

Because contrary to what you think I’d be doing at a Rockies game (ahem, watching the game), I’m usually playing on Joey’s iPhone and downloading free apps that he no doubt deletes afterwards.

He can thank me for filling his phone with Corepower Yoga, Foodgawker, WordPress and Sudoku apps.

Guilty, because I’ve been complaining about how “everyone has this one picture app,” and then I became one of those people myself.

This song.

I must be late on this one, because every time I tell someone about this song they say they already know about it.  Please tell me one of you hasn’t heard it yet and I get to be the trend setter in your life. 

Listen.to.it.now.

Preferably on repeat.

I’m bound to go crazy or drive Joey crazy soon.

Jersey Shore.

You know you’re obsessed when you have dreams about meeting Pauly D.

Or when you text your boyfriend and ask him to start wearing his hair like Pauly D.

Or when you spend an entire inning reading tweets by DJPaulyD. 

Yeah, I have a problem…

S-bux Marble Pound Cake.

I know, I know, not the healthiest of choices, but it’s too good to pass up once in a while.

I shared a slice with Joey last week and all I wanted to go along with it was some real cow milk.  Which we don’t have.

Which I set out to buy at the store on Saturday, but couldn’t find any brands I felt like buying.  Sure it’s organic and antibiotic-free, but are the cows happy?  Seriously, if just one carton had said “our cows happily roam in fields,” I would have been all over it.  The search for ethical milk is on!

Licking the spatula.

I blame my mom for this one.  We have pictures of me as a mere toddler licking cake batter off the cake mixer beaters.  It’s not pretty. 

Especially since it was red velvet cake batter.

These days, it’s more like licking oatmeal off the spatula/pot while I wait for the rest of it to cool down enough to only slightly burn my tongue eat.

 

But I still wouldn’t turn down a red velvet beater.

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What are your guilty pleasures?  Mine also include self-serve fro-yo, cheap wine and iced chai, but you already know that.

Are you a beater/spatula licker?