just a wednesday afternoon

This is what my afternoon looked like...plus Momma-bear and me all comfy on the couch. 

Home + Chinese takeout + any film {especially set in Paris} = Yes.

Is it just me or is it not quite the same eating from a flat square styrofoam box instead of the typical pint-sized white boxes with little handles? Did those just disappear?

Disclaimer: I hate Owen Wilson. But Paris + film + food > Owen Wilson. So I'm okay.

Aaaand dessert...

These just don't taste the same any other month than December. Guess that means I should eat a lot.

love.
movie