Wishes

I've discovered something so genius and so simple it almost hurt my brain...

Santa, pretty please? (sans hairy attached arm)

It's the new iPod nano on a WATCH. Like as in I could wear this wherever and whenever, in a house and with a mouse, in a box and with a fox. Okay you get the idea. But seriously. I WANT this bad boy. Especially for all of those embarrassing moments on the treadmill when my flailing arms swipe at my ear-bud cord and whack my iPod on the floor. Not my proudest moments.

Speaking of treadmill, I've been cheating on the couch with that bad bay a lot lately. By a LOT I mean about 6 miles this week, plus regular badass babe iron-pumping. I'll tell ya, there's nothing that makes a woman feel hotter than being the only female in the weight room just crankin' out those squats and bicep curls. No New Years resolution needed.

Know what else is stellar about working out and eating healthy? Strong long nails, healthy shiny hair, glowing skin WITHOUT pimples and NOT BEING TIRED ALL THE TIME. My energy and general happiness is through the roof right now! As Elle Woods would say...

So if you hear about any husband shootings over the holiday season. Wadn't me! Not that I have a hubs to shoot anyways but  I do have a hunky boyfran. I won't shoot him. Promise. Unless of course he takes the last scoop of creamed corn, sweet potatoes or slice of pumpkin pie at Thanksgiving dinner. In that case, it's on.

So by, now most of you who know me know that I'm a frequent visitor (note:obsessive stalker) of Pinterest. The only downfall to this site, like Wikipedia, is that all the content is user generated. Therefor not always accurate or fact-checked etc. This caused a major depressive moment this morning when I discovered this:

CANNED HEAVEN?! WHAT?!

Only to type in a quick Google search for "Franzia cans" and quickly discover that this cheapster wino holy grail was simply a Photoshop creation and is not, in fact an actual product. Cue incessant sobbing. No, really.