Some people are just born with style. Then there’s me…and then there’s my sister Nikki. It’s comforting to know that there is one person in the world I can be more stylish than. At least as long as Eric’s sisters and mom are picking out my clothes and decorative pillows. But I spilled my secret. Now my sister goes shopping with my in-laws too (I’m not kidding), so I’m not ahead of anyone anymore. Nikki is figuring things out though, even without the use of my in-laws. I complimented her on her sunglasses a while back and she told me her strategy. She went to Walmart. She went to the sunglasses turny-thing. (what do you call those?) Then she did an image search on her phone for “Taylor Swift sunglasses” and chose the pair that looked closest to the ones she saw Taylor wearing. Best. Idea. Ever. I bow to your ingenuity, Nikki. I have no words for this oatmeal. I think I’m just going to start throwing raspberries and lemons into everything I eat, forever. Why do raspberries have to be so expensive? I think my definition of heaven is free food. No seriously, in my personal heaven all the food will be bounteous, delicious, and free. (Don’t give me any of this crap about there being no food in heaven. If there’s no food, I’m out.) Anyway, make this oatmeal, make yourself happy.
