Thank you so much....

For being so cool about my needing a week off last week. You guys are really the sweetest. I even had someone ACTUALLY deliver wine to me. Seriously, I'm the luckiest. So let's get back to this shit already.

What's to drink....

Let's be honest here, people. It's unseasonably warm in NJ, so we may as well take advantage of it, and get drunk make a refreshing cocktail before we are all freezing our fucking asses off. Winter is coming (no, I do not watch that dragon shit) so let's get our drink on, summer style while we still can. Cheers!

Tito's Vodka with Club Soda and Muddled Navel Oranges

(Isn't my witch the cutest?)

What's to eat....

This one needs a few disclaimers.

1. If you don't like spicy shit do not make and eat this.
2. If you suffer from any type of heartburn or reflux, this may actually kill you.
3. If you like spicy, it's fucking delicious.


Now that the legal matters are taken care of, I can also tell you this recipe is so stupid easy to make, which works out well for me, because I haven't been cooking much the last few weeks. Basically, Tommy has been coming home from work and there has been meat. And nothing else. "What's for dinner". Chicken. Literally. Either my husband is a good sport, or he's a smart enough man to know, when I'm not at my best, to keep his mouth shut about missing parts of meals. This dish must have been a pleasant surprise for him because there are actually some veggies in it. I know he would have been happier if I served it over rice. I would have stabbed him if he mentioned it. So, it worked out for us both. 

Cheesy Mexican Skillet (I only used 1/2 cup of cheese, Tommy didn't mention that either, again, still alive)

http://www.delish.com/cooking/recipe-ideas/recipes/a49021/cheesy-mexican-skillet-recipe/


Working on my "Divorce"....

Seems like a totally normal segue (I thought it was segway but that's that stupid machine for lazy fucking people who don't want to walk, who knew). Anyway, now that I have your attention, I don't mean my divorce, I mean the show "Divorce". I do wonder if Tommy's heart sunk a little when reading this. After all that stabbing talk and stuff he may have been relieved. Sorry dude, no papers for us this week. Everybody that's married knows to put the contingency statement in there because we all know things can go south REAL quick. You know what I'm talking about, everything seems easy breezy, and things are running as smoothly as things run when you're living with another animal human who doesn't have the same need to pick up socks as you, or the affinity to leave every light on in the house (me), and then SMACK, the smack being the actual shit hitting the fan, and the everything was running so (pretty much) smoothly is squashed to total, utter, shit. You know you've been there. Like, wow, that was a fast decline into the depths of hell. You're not alone, people. This show isn't exactly like that but it had me hooked at SJP secretly throwing up a middle finger at her husband after a particularly funny interaction. I love the middle finger. I don't recommend it's use in marriage, but I won't lie and say I'm not guilty of the occasional behind-the-back-finger-flip-off. I think I'm going to start using it more openly, I think we all should. Nothing like saying "go fuck yourself" without actually SAYING "go fuck yourself". It's brilliant. Double finger, even better. GFY X 2. Love it and love the show. Check it out. 

Wishing you ALL the Good Stuff. 

XO
Tara

P.S.  I was reminded again today, by the universe, that progress is not linear. This reminder came in the form of my 3 year-old being asked to leave school early, after she scratched two kids, and punched another. On a positive note, I think I can be assured that picking her up is going to be the most mortifying part of my day, but then again, one never knows. One day at a time, breathe in, breathe out, God grant me the serenity, wine, repeat.