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Hallowimpy

Secret Agent Josephine rehashed our lame Halloween evening very eloquently in her entry.

I have nothing to add except a photo of my kitchen counter from this morning.

What am I going to do with all of this candy?!

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Halloween Weekend

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This was the greatest Halloween weekend to date- no costumes involved. Just five of my very favorite things:

1) My husband
2) My best friend Caroline (aka Coco, Princess Maxima Cocodrie, Miss Carolina-is-so-fina)
3) Sushi
4) Football
5) Presents- and man, were they good!

Saturday evening, Coco came down from LA for a night of martinis, sushi and chatfests. Plus, she brought me an early birthday present which I wasn’t expecting at all. Don’t you love that? It was a gorgeous green vintage necklace and bracelet that I adore with all of my jaded heart. I can’t wait to wear it. So, while catching up over cocktails, my husband announced he had a present for me, too. Except this was an early anniversary present. Excuse me? Who’s karmic ass must I have licked to deserve this?!

By the way, this upcoming weekend is a big one. It’s my birthday AND our first wedding anniversary, or what I like to call the first annual “It’s all about Whoorl” extravaganza. Bring it on.

Anyway, D brought in a big paper package wrapped in pink cord, which I opened to reveal 3 Chiefs/Chargers tickets for Sunday. HOLY SHIT! This was so glorious on so many levels. First of all, the first wedding anniversary is paper- how clever of my man, paper tickets and all. I thought that was so sweet. Secondly, I love the Kansas City Chiefs with all of my heart, considering I went to college in Kansas and lived in KC after I graduated. Thirdly, the Chargers coach is Marty Schottenheimer who used to coach the Chiefs when I lived there. I love him. Fourthly (are you asleep yet?), the Chiefs/Chargers rivalry is a big one and you pretty much have to shell out the cash to get seats. Mind you, our seats were on the 12th row, 30-yard line! I could practically reach out and pinch Priest Holmes’ tight ass. My husband rocks the casbah.

So, in a nutshell, I spent yesterday sandwiched between two of my dearest peeps in perfect 85 degree weather, eating stadium nachos, drinking beers and rooting on my two favorite NFL teams. LIFE IS GOOD.