house-hunters

Nope...I'm not moving. Nor is Will. Nor are any of our friends. Does this stop us from spending the better part of a Sunday trolling around Old Town and checking out all of the open houses? Of course not. And since we were still dressed up from church, we decided to go see all of the huge, expensive houses that we've always wondered about and peeked into at night when the lights were on (I kid, I kid...sort of). We acted like we had much more money than we do, and while we stopped short of creating aliases and using accents, I'm sure we'll get to that point soon.

Anyway, after several hours of this I went home and made a long-promised cake...specifically, this one. Everyone I know is in love with Smitten Kitchen, and for good reason. The directions are so easy that even someone as timid in the kitchen as I can follow the recipe with great success. In fact, I'm going to have a really hard time not inhaling all of this delicious success this week:



Also, the Oscar's are on. I don't know about you guys, but I'm a sucker for anything with a red carpet. The speeches make me annoyed with all of Hollywood, but holy goodness those dresses. I'll have a breakdown of the highs and lows [in my humble opinion] tomorrow, just because I find it really fun...and it'll be more efficient than my usual texting with friends:

me: "OMG Claire Danes."
*anonymous friend: "Tots. Also, Gwyneth Paltrow."
me: "Wait...what was she wearing? I probs agree...her bod is fantastic."
*af: "Crazy sheath thing that proves she's worthy of being married to Coldplay."

You get the picture.


[* Oh, you know who you are.]