I was totally going to bail on 12 of 12 this month, but then I was called out by Venus from It's Not Us It's You. She even tsk'd me! This post is brought to you by the word AWESOME! 5:04 AM I go to the gym really freakin' early to get it out of the way. 6:03 AM I'm embarrassed how many times I've listened to this trashy song. ("Boys tryin' to touch my junk, junk.") 6:13 AM I saw this button this weekend and it demanded to be purchased for my coworker, Holly. 10:58 AM Holly with ...

Family, food and fun kept me in Houston all weekend. Anyone who attended the OctoTea Dance, please send me your best anecdotes for print. Please! Friday, we just barely made our reservations for Da Marco, the reputable Italian restaurant in the Montrose. It’s one of only two eateries in the state earning three stars from Texas Monthly (the other is the hard-to-pin-down La Reve in San Antonio). Da Marco’s chief attraction is its army of servers, almost one per diner. They orchestrate the meal like artists. We ate in the traditional Italian sequence: My antipasto: A lively celery and beet salad ...