OOTD | The Non-Magical World of Not Harry Potter

 Jacket: Nordie's | Old Navy: Sweater | Jeans: Gap | Flats: ShoeMint | Scarf: Target | Earrings: F21

I'm snuggling on the couch with the dogs (ask me if I'm wearing pants. The answer is no) during some seriously gross weather wondering why I thought leaving Harry Potter world was a good idea.

It wasn't.

Somehow, I woke up on Monday morning (at three in the morning because my parents didn't consider the ramifications of a 6am flight) with an entire mouth of cold sores. Since I consider it highly unlikely that I contracted herpes while on a family vacation with my parents (one of which believes, much like the father in My Big Fat Greek Wedding and the Windex, that Purell wipes are the cure to all life's evils) I'm going to go with God is smiting me for ever daring to leave Hogsmeade.

If you've ever wondered if "fully blood-blistered lips and two leprosy-esque cold sores" are ever going to be the next big thing, yeah no. I am so cute right now you have no idea.

Luckily I have a whole day to pull myself together (as in get a tan, and a mani/pedi, and these lips off mah face... the roots have to wait til next week) before my girlfraaan date tonight that will include MULTIPLE Fruit Loop martinis. And in my book, Loopy martinis are second only to butterbeer. And Jack Daniels, let's not get cray.

>> Formal Invitation Alert <<

Frankenweenie and I are crashing Chicago next Saturday! March 2nd for those of you getting down witcha bad iCal-selves. Expect live tweeting and Instagramming and horrible, horrible guilt come Budgeting Bloggers time. If you'll be anywhere in a six hour radius (I'm looking at you, L-Dawg!!) you should come to dinner! We have no details yet. I don't even know what I'm eating for breakfast yet. You in?

Harry Potter World & Other Adventures

"What did you do this weekend?" "Oh, just Hogsmeade. NBD."

Nerding out at Honeydukes. Her shirt: Your Mom's a Horcrux. My shirt: 99 Problems But a Snitch Ain't One.

YOU GUYS.

If you follow me on Instagram or Twitter, 1) sorry and 2) you probably already know where I was this weekend. Spoiler alert: HARRY. POTTER. WORLD.

There was Hogwarts-ing. There was butterbeer-ing. There was Three Broomstick-ing. There was Ollivander-ing. There was Honeydukes-ing and Zonko's-ing, Bertie Bott's-ing and chocolate frog-ing. There was Hogwarts Express-ing. Dervish and Banges-ing. Dramatically overpriced wand-ing and robe-ing.

I had a little bit of tunnel vision before the trip, what with visions of butterbeer dancing in my head, so not only did I forget to check the weather before I packed, but I had no idea that Universal Studios also included these gems:

Barney the dinosaur, with Baby Bop gettin' down with her bad self.

JURASSIC MF'IN PARK.

P.S. I'm getting married here. You're all invited. I'm walking down the aisle to the theme song and the decor is "velociraptor chic." Dad said if I can find a man who'll marry me at Jurassic Park, he'll pay for it.

Challenge accepted.

Because well... Sam, I am.

And if you've ever sought confirmation on that whole "the nut doesn't fall far from the tree" thing, this one's for you.

Happy Valentine's Day! Or Not.

Happy Valentine's Day my love kittens!

On the one hand, you have the me's of the world: let's celebrate love! If we can dedicate a day to the fact that a furry woodland creature can predict the weather better than a team of meteorologists then we can dedicate a day to love! I love love no matter if I'm single or taken or some messy place in between! Valentine's Day has literally always been my favorite holiday because my birthday is the 13th and so I thought the world decked itself out in red and pink and hearts and my class threw a party just for me.

And also, Die Hard is out today. So I feel like that makes Valentine's Day 2013 especially hard to hate.

On the other hand, there's the "I hate the corporatization and commercialization of Valentine's Day!" "You can't manufacture real love!" "This is just a ploy to get your money!" "This is a day made up by women so when a man screws it up he has to spend the rest of the year making up for it!

As my friend explained to her grade school class when one of her students came up and said a boy tried to kiss her: "Kissing spreads germs. Germs are how we get sick. Do you like to throw up? No? Then don't kiss anyone."

But no matter who you are, if you hate memes you hate freedom.

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