ELEVEN minutes, to be exact.

left to right, prediction versus reality: michael jackson edition [thanks, Mickey & Julian]

“I know I talked big about seasonal produce but I don’t know what to tell you. Sometimes I’m down for eating local, and other times I’m into eating, in a foul, foul way. So why not combine so much of what I was born to love into a dish that is born to make me hate myself.”

[kind of like a classy potato skin: Bake and Shake]

this is Archie.

Greg surprised me with him the night i arrived in the UK, half as a joke and half in an attempt to appease my yearning for a real schnauzer puppy.

in either case, i quite adore him.

this morning i got a massive “meet our new baby” email from a distant acquaintance, who i haven’t seen in over five years. i was annoyed by the lack of BCC ability of this email (or maybe it was my lack of patience due to jetlag. we may never know).

Tip told me you can create your own cards on someecards now, so i did, and since sending it was out of the question, blogging it was the next best thing.

jgh:

In london - Lauren and I jet-lag slept until 1 PM. Yesterday was packed to the gills with stuff, so I guess we deserve a break.

This afternoon we want to hit up the Tower of London, the Globe, (I want to hit up) the Tate Modern, and Lauren is DYING to do the London Eye. (It’s the perfect storm of her interest in engineering and How Stuff Works and her kid enthusiasm of “OMG GIANT FERRIS WHEEL.”)

Lauren’s dad is staying at the hotel to catch up on some work remotely, so it’s just me, her, and London. :)

i’m leaving today - and wish i wasn’t. the southbank day you’re talking about is what my boyfriend planned for me on my birthday and it was fantastic.

enjoy your time, and make sure you hit up Selfridges - there’s a HUGE sale on now.