FAST FACT:
I buy a 12 ounce bag of Reese's Peanut Butter cups about once a week and you know I just power through them at work. I like to think that each one I eat gives me more energy and thus I move around a lot more and get rid of all the calories from the candy and THEN some. It's a nice thought, isn't it?
Here's the thing with mini Reese's peanut butter cups. They're totally better than the big peanut butter cups. This is because the big peanut butter cups have too much peanut butter. They're bigger so there's more peanut butter in the middle and less of a chocolate perimeter. The mini Reese's peanut butter cups have the perfect ratio of peanut butter and chocolate. Don't believe me? Test it for yourself.
And while we're talking about peanut butter cups, Hubs always gets mad at me for the way I say Reese's. I always says it "Ree- sees". He says it is pronoucned "Ree- suhs" and as an English teacher I should know better and be ashamed of myself for always mispronouncing it. He says I mispronounce it now on purpose because he's told me the correct way so many times. I wouldn't go so far as to say I mispronounce it on purpose, but I definitely don't make an effort to say it correctly. I guess I feel like that's part of my personality, and I don't want to make a conscious effort to change it. Hubs says that's Hogwash. Please say you understand.
Now that we have talked extensively about Reese's peanut butter cups, I've got another peanut butter cup to introduce you to. Tess! (Too cheesy? Or should I say too peanut buttery...?) (Yah, I'm done with the bad jokes now.) There's a lot of reasons why I like Tess but the most important ones are 1. She is in a love affair with diet coke. Aren't we all? Aren't we all? 2. She uses words like BLAMO. Hello. You know someone has got to be awesome if they use a word like BLAMO, right?!?
Hey, Life of Bon readers! I'm Tess from The Framed Lady, and I'm super excited to meet lots of new bloggers! A little about me (and a glimpse into what you'll see on my blog):
I'm so in love with my husband, it's gross. Like, school-girl crush. Like, a little bit obsessed.
I'm also in love with Diet Coke (isn't that called an affair?). Literally addicted. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree, right? Thanks for that gene, mom.
I guess you could call me a caffeine-addicted, husband-loving, crafting foodie/student who experiments with recipes, fashion, and comedy. And plays the ukulele and owns a chinchilla.
BLAMO!
Just to sweeten the deal (you remember the deal where you come look at my blog?), I'm going to show you some really awesome stuff.
Here is a collection of wildly unflattering pictures of myself.
And here is a post with a secret that's no longer a secret.
My blog is really interactive. I do lots of forum-style posts, giveaways, and hilarious stories (narcissistic much?). I wasn't kidding when I told you I love meeting and interacting with new bloggers. I try my best to start actual conversations. You'll see questions like how often do you wash your sheets? and where's the worst place to have a bug bite?
If all of that isn't enough to get you to come check out my blog, I don't know what is.
Thanks for stopping by!
