happiness is:

-Eating thai food from the all-time favorite, Hereth-family-tradition thai restaurant at home (relatively speaking) in Huntsville in my favorite headscarf that I wear entirely too much.

Boom. Yes, those are my personal pink chopsticks. 

-Staying at the real life Kelley Kirker's house this weekend while she's at the beach. She swore off drinking for a year just to say she could do it and told us to help ourselves to the beer in her fridge. I'm not sayin', I'm just sayin'. Look for her forth-coming memoir of achieved goals. She told me that one time someone told her she wouldn't leave a t-shirt on for an entire weekend at the beach, EVEN IN THE SHOWER, and she did it. Don't you want a whole book of these? I do.

-Meeting the real life Annie Parsons in Nashville. We started reading her blog year(s) ago and have been dying to get some face time with this beautiful, mountain-climbing, wine-loving, wit-machine blogger ever since. If you don't already read her blog, you should start IMMEDIATELY as if this were a national crisis. With a knack for stringing words together,  she walks the line between poignancy and wit. How does one do this? Tell me your secrets, Annie. I was kidding when I said I was uncomfortable with meeting strangers from the Internet.

-Watching two of my favorite people marry each other on Saturday. Not to toot my own horn or anything, but Trent and I were the first ones to tell Jordan he should go for Katie-girl four score and seven years ago. I'm wearing a tiara to the wedding to honor myself.

Obviously, that was a joke. But I am wearing COWBOY BOOTS because they are tying the knot on a farm outside Nashville and what else am I supposed to wear on my feet?

How do my weekends just keep getting better?

Next weekend? The big 2-3. Yikes.