Round Up: Straight From My Phone

Wanna know what the best thing since sliced bread is?

Sliced cinnamon raisin swirl bread.  I picked up a fresh out of the oven loaf of this bread on Saturday and was tortured by the smell of it the entire.drive.home.  Every time I eat a bite, I die and go to heaven.  Every time.

So yeah, cinnamon raisin swirl bread wins, but the photo stream feature on my laptop comes in at a close second.  That means any picture I take on my phone automatically and magically appears on my computer.  No cords or uploading time.  I don’t even have to lift a finger.  Well, except the finger I’m using to take the picture.

I managed to gather quite the collection of phone pictures while my camera was MIA last week, so here, let me unload them on you.

I told Joey we have to stop going to Biker Jim’s every week or it’s going to lose it’s allure.

Margaritas, on the other hand, will never lose their allure.  But I could do without the $7 price tag.

How good is iced chai?! So so good.  Especially when you haven’t had one in months and forget just how good it is.  What a pleasant surprise.

Sometimes a man just needs his custard, okay!

And sometimes you get to catch a beautiful sunset over the mountains on your way home from an emergency custard trip.

Wanna know what’s even better than homemade lasagna?  Homemade lasagna that you didn’t have to home make.

The same goes for steak salads.  Pretty sure Joey spent an hour and a half on this dinner and it paid off.  Especially for me, since I basically sat like a lump on the couch the entire time he slaved away in the kitchen.

My sister bought herself a new bike and gave me her old one.  Which isn’t really old.  I insist on saying “Let’s ride bikes” every time I use it because that’s the exact sentence we used almost everyday as kids.  Not “let’s ride our bikes” or even “let’s go on a bike ride,” but “let’s ride bikes.”

Last week we sat next to this team at bowling.  They yelled “TIMBER” every time one of them bowled a strike.  Why didn’t our team think of this?!

Taco night is the best.  Nuff said.

Joey is a freak and bought a house at 20 years old.  Take a minute to wrap your head around that sentence.  I’m still struggling to understand it.  Anyways, he’s been at his house building a deck for his renter for the past few days and I felt I could at least help by bringing over dinner.

I’m trying to ignore the fact that my state is on fire and focus on other things.  Like how peaceful the Boulder creek was on Saturday morning.

Used my last pound of crabmeat to make crab cake sliders.  It was the highlight of my Saturday and now I don’t know how I’ll survive without a stash of crab in my freezer.  Crossing my fingers that my uncle reads this post and just sends me some more…

Even though she’s hot and mad at me for making her go on a walk in 90 degree weather, this little girl still makes me so happy.

And now if you’ll excuse me, I have half a loaf of cinnamon raisin swirl bread to finish.