Walk the talk, Noodle. W the t.

Love,
Kristen

The Descendants

It wasn't his fault but after leaving this movie I was genuinely pissed at my husband.  It's like when you have a dream where your husband is cheating on you and when you see him in the morning you just shake your head and say, "You're such a dick".

Here's my problem with this movie.  It's mom-hating.  Mom is in a coma but she had an affair so she kind of deserves it.  Then the dad takes the kids on a road trip that is the most fun they've ever had.  Look how good things are without mom!!  The ending is like a freaking Valentine to dad's everywhere and a finger to all moms.  Mom has passed away.  So, dad and the girls snuggle up on the couch and watch a movie, sharing ice cream out of the carton.  See ya, mom!  Don't let the door hit you on the ass on your way to heaven.  I almost punched my husband in the head.

Love,
Kristen

This one is for Tiffany. You are so dum for real

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hMtZfW2z9dw

Tiffany has been singing this song to Kristen and me for the last year.  I thought that this Grammy worthy tune had come out of her delightful noggin.  But alas, I find out it's Antoin with a little auto tune.

So so so so good.
Hide your kids
Hide your wife

Love,

Katie

and thank you Tiffany

My favorite American happens to be French

Before you scoff, look at this delicious beer:

This is being happily consumed at one of Daniel Boulud's newest creations, DBGB in the lowdown downtown NYC.  There is a burger there called the "Piggie" that brought me to tears.  I love all of Daniel's restaurants...even traveled across the pond to Bar Boulud in London.  But this beer selection, mouth watering burgers along with the cozy, energetic atmosphere.  I'm in love.  God Bless America.  Daniel Boulud maybe one of the greatest examples of a kick ass Yank if there ever was one.

Eat it.
Love,
Katie

Don't follow me now dog

Tiffany is missing from our blog.  This is our way of calling her out.

Love,

Kristen

Leave it to the professionals

If you are a "bottled blonde" you should never try to sort your roots out yourself. THIS is what happens:

That hot mess is some Clairol platinum blonde.  WHY would I pick platinum blonde?  My hair is darker than my effing eyebrows.  After this hideous debacle,  a hairdresser told me that if I ever absolutely had to address my own roots, to use something from Whole Foods.  She said a "highlighting kit", which I didn't find.  I tried Tints of Nature the next time.  Muuuuch better.

The only good thing that came out of this terrifying dye job was spending time with my family:

Next to me: brother Patrick. Darling.  White shirt: brother Mike. Darling. Next to Mike: My niece Elle. Amazing and just accepted to the University of Virginia, which I lovingly call University of Va J J.  Yes, I call Virginia, Vagina (which is then shortened to Va J J) because I am semi-retarded.

Thank you bad roots.  I love you Morgans.

Love,
Katie

Stop yelling at me.

Don't be fooled by this picture:

This is Kristen, the founder of Superdum. (this photo is just after she yelled at me)  She is the one of us three that is making this happen.  Daily, I get yelled at to post something.  So I am.

She is, as I type, making me take an oath "that you're gonna post a top 10 '2012 post' ".
I've taken the oath.
I'm going to work on it.

Tiffany really needs to get in the mix to take some heat off of me.

Seriously?
Love,
Katie