we-go to figo.

Yesterday I finally satisfied a pregnancy craving.

My red-headed soul friend and I went to Figo in Sandy Springs and ate our hearts out.  It is such a charming rustic place where you drink from mason jars and snack on fresh baked bread with tasty olive oil.  

I had the Zucca which is their Butternut Squash Ravioli in a cream sauce.  It was to die for.  She had the Braised Short Ribs Ravioli. Yum!

Its such a wonderful feeling to have a best friend.  I am a woman who has many best friends: my husband, my mother, my sister, and MANY lovely girlfriends.  You can say that I don't believe in just having one best friend.  There are too many wonderful people in the world to just have one favorite.

Lisa and I share a special bond.  She is a friend that touches my soul every day.  I learn so much from her.

Yesterday we met at Figo and when we stepped out of the car we noticed that we were wearing the same hunter green/light pink color combination...freaky.  The rest of the day we were finishing each others sentences and saying the exact same things at the exact same time.  I wish someone could follow us around and transcribe some of our conversations for us to go back and read at a later date.  We's like peas and carrots, me and Lisa.

I love Figo. 
I love Zucca. 
I love Lisa.

The Butt Part

Today I was inspired.  

Sometimes when I see things I like, I am too impatient to wait to try them, wait, actually most of all of the time.  

So, today I had to have the butt part.

The first time I tried this scandalous hair do, in front of John, was on our honeymoon.  Although he still was kind and said he found me irresistible I later found out that he hates the aforementioned butt part.  I thought it was chic and classic and he just thought it was a little "90's gone bad", "ugly", "so last season."  You get the point...

Here is us on our honeymoon ship in our skinnier years.  John sporting a purple button up and me with *the butt part*. Dun dun dun.

So, tonight we went on a datsies to a cute little Italian place.  It's so hip, maybe you've heard of it?  Macaroni Grill.  It's a magical place where they have globe lights draped across the ceiling, table clothes you can write on, and when you have to tinkle you go to the bathroom and there is a voice that teaches you Italian while you do your business.

We wrote love letters to each other on the tables.

*John made a punny...butt.

We handcrafted our own pasta.  We sipped on Mango Italian Sodas.  We had Chocolate Praline Cake and Dolce Nutella.  I had to unbutton my pants before we left.  

(John says he likes it now)

LONG LIVE THE BUTT PART!

p.s.we have new BUTTons. Grab one!