I've probably had just as many Salted Caramel Mochas, but I drink that shit way too fast to get any photographic evidence. I'm not sorry. Go buy your own and take a picture of it.
September is also the month that four of my favorite people in the world were born. Boyfriend creeps one year closer to the big 3-0 in a couple of weeks.
And no, I still haven't gotten him to cooperate and tell me what the f he wants for his birthday. So, it's not my fault if you don't like the cat I get you, dude.
One of my oldest and best friends also has a birthday this month.
Been hanging out with that lady before we both learned how to read. Actually, just her, because I was a pudgy little nerd who started reading when I was three. Which may explain why she had more friends and made the cheerleading squad in middle school when I didn't. It's ok, I'm not bitter.
Also, at the end of the month, I will have officially been an aunt for eleven years.
I also get to turn into a big fat lazy bum on the weekends, making out with the DVR, since a million awesome TV shows come back on in September.
Those are just a few of the shows I'll admit to being obsessed with. And hey, since we're talking about Sons of Anarchy, let's talk about Charlie Hunnam's poor choice in movies.
I, like any living, breathing straight female/gay man would like to put Mr. Hunnam on a sandwich.
I'm off to eat pizza for the third time in the past 24 hours and take a nap. Hopefully by the time I wake up, Charlie will pull out of the movie (that's what she said) and just pose for Playgirl and save himself some time.