It’s The Little Things: Summer Wine


I did a post awhile back about my favorite red wine.Then I wrote about the time my husband came home with a bottle of wine named after the girl of his dreams. And I thought that would be it for my posts on alcohol. But who are we kidding? Or rather whose blog is this?


It looks like someone else likes my wine, too.

My husband recently went to the store. And he came home with a pink moscato. And I was slightly disappointed inside. Not because I don’t like moscato. Because I do. I really, really do. For those of you who are not wine drinkers, moscato wines are usually very sweet and they often have a low alcohol content. And, of course, that was the reason for my sadness. I consider a wine with a low alcohol content, a waste of calories. There is much logic and perhaps sadness to that statement.

Nevertheless, it is true.

So, imagine my surprise when I saw that this moscato had a 9% alcohol content. The alcohol content is still not as high as a typical bottle of red or white wine. But it is higher than the 6% I had seen in previous moscato wines I have tried.


Is it just me or is Murphy way too interested in this wine?… I think he’s guarding it!

And it is so good. It is perfect for summer. Sweet. Cold.


Yep. That is definitely my dog.

The brand is called Barefoot. My husband purchased it for $5 a bottle at Albertson’s, because it was discounted if you bought six or more. He also bought their regular white moscato and a red moscato. I have not tried those yet, but the awards on the label look promising.

It’s the little things: adult beverages for the summer at a great price.

Do you like sweet wine? Have you tried this brand of wine before?

It’s The Little Things: Paper Straws

Folks. I have a problem. We can joke about. Pretend it is a silly thing. A small thing.

But it is getting a bit out of hand.

It is kind of my habit or need, if you will, to have a supply of every possible thing. Imaginable. Just in case. You never know.

“Just in case. You never know.” That is the mantra of my life, by the way. In one word it can be summed up to: greed paranoia.


I have always been a Straw Freak. I bet you didn’t know there was such a thing. Well there is. Here I am. “Nice to meet you.” I cannot drink out of a glass without a straw. I make weird slurping noises. It is like I have been drinking out of puddles all of my life. My lips cannot form properly onto the glass.

I am sure at this point you are crossing off the word “straw” in Straw Freak.

I don’t blame you.

Also. I cannot drink water with a straw. Or milk (unless the milk is from a donut shop in a small container purchased on the way to the airport between the hours of five and seven thirty in the morning. Jealous of my husband now?). It is simply not done. Sends shivers down my spine, it does.

If I am at a restaurant, I always grab extra ones. Especially at Coffee Bean And Tea Leaf. Their straws are the absolute best. They are big. They are purple. They live in my purse where I can stroke them daily.



So, I started seeing these gorgeous paper straws popping up all over the place. And the Need Beast in my heart grew.

I finally caved and purchased some hot pink paper straws from Amazon.

But the Need Beast was not satisfied.

So I bought a small pack of twenty yellow polkadot and stripe ones.

But he longed for more.

He wanted. All. Of. The. Colors.



But I did not want to pay for them. Well, the other day Anthropologie had free shipping on anything. That’s right. Anything. Do you want to know what I bought?







Shocker: I bought straws.

Eight boxes of fabulous clearanced paper straws. Eight boxes of 144 count straws (seriously, the best price I have found is on Anthropologie. Who knew?). This, combined with my previous Amazon purchases, left me with a total of 1,196 straws.

My husband was very impressed with this number, folks.

You should have seen his jaw clench.

I think it was in anticipation of the fun sipping he will be doing all season.

Don’t you?


I am so ready for this summer. For margaritas by the pool. For lemonade. And piƱa coladas.

All made more exciting with the use of colorful, happy straws.

It’s the little things: Making a drink even better.

Do you have paper straws in your house? Do you drink from a straw? Do you have weird rules about straws? Please share. My Need Beast really wants to know.

* The Amazon link is an affiliate link. The straws for this link are $1 more than what Anthropologie is selling their straws for. However, I provided the link in case Anthropologie runs out. Also, I get free shipping on Amazon but not on Anthropologie. Purchasing through the Amazon link will result in a small commission for The Need Beast this blog.

Forever 21 Buy One Get One Sale


Okay. I promised myself I would not do too many clothing posts. I wanted to commit to no more than two to three a week. I wanted to spend more time on funny stories, like the one shared today.. That is where my heart is. But darn these sales! They are messing up my rhythm! ; ). And, also, well, I love me some clothes. Especially clothes for a great price!

I got an email today about a sale Forever 21 is doing. Most of their sale clothes are buy one get one free, for a limited time. And guess what is still available, as of the time I posted this in every size (I bought a medium)?!


My Forever 21 Utility Jacket that I love. It is currently on sale for $29.99. But if you buy something at a similar price, that would make both items $15! Man, that is a great price for this jacket!


Sorry! I had to share! Be careful with sizing, because most of the items are nonreturnable!. To see more pictures of the jacket on this human, you can click here and here.

Tomorrow at 10:00 in the morning I will be posting about my Modcloth Stylish Surprises I received last week! : )

Have a great day!

It’s The Little Things: Girl Scout Cookies


The title of this post should really be called, “I’m a glutton.”

Or “How to gain ten pounds in ten days.”

But, it is time for a “littlest things” post and so it shall remain titled with what it is.

Only you and I and my ecstatic thighs (they love any old reason to clap) will know the truth.

Every year. Every single year I end up buying around thirty-five boxes of girl scout cookies. Oh, yes. You read that right. It is not a three. It is not a five. But rather a three and a five together to make a larger number. And a larger me. Coincidentally… Or not… one pound is created by eating thirty five hundred calories that your body did not burn off.


I cannot resist them. I primarily just buy the Thin Mint variety. I buy most of them from my sweet girlfriend’s little girl. Although I always buy a box from the little girls that stand outside of the grocery store, too. I cannot resist cookies and I cannot say, “no” to a hopeful child.


I actually have not eaten A cookie in a week. Because I cannot each A cookie. It ends up being A sleeve. Or A box.

I am A greedy monster. A cookie monster. Nom. Nom. Nom. Nom.

I have avoided looking at them for seven days.

Seven long days.


But I am taking pictures of them for you today.

I am staying strong. Deep breaths.


The Girl Scout Cookies are made at two different factories. The Thin Mints are packaged in either a clear cellophane wrapper or a foil enclosure depending on which factory they come from. No, I did not just look that up. I know way too much about Girl Scout Cookies.

I much prefer the foil wrapper. Thankfully that is what my girlfriend’s daughter’s troop receives.


The cookies usually last us until January of the next year. We freeze most of them. So it is not like we are eating them all at once. Being the slight hoarder that I am, I panic at the thought of running out of these cookies. They are only available once a year.

Do you stock up on Girl Scout Cookies? Which ones are your favorite? Do you like the foil or cellophane wrapped cookies better?

It’s The Little Things: hoarding a year-supply of a snack. Now that’s true craziness happiness!

Crinkle. Crinkle. Crinkle.

Nom. Nom. Nom.


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