Two weeks from today, I visit the Land of the Mouse. Two straight weeks of work and 3 days off (including weekends) and I get to take a break from Chicago, a break from my family and unfortunately, a break from my baby puppies. I can’t even lie, I’m really looking forward to it. A week of sun, roller coasters and Disney magic with my favorite boy and his family. I’m counting down the days until Tuesday because then he comes home from four days in Las Vegas with the boys. I miss him like crazy!

This weekend was lovely. I seen Sex and the City with Jenn. I thought it was good, I wasn’t to thrilled with Jennifer Hudson’s story line, I thought it was pretty cheesy and irrelevant. Saturday was a gorgeous day in Chicago and we hung out around Millennium Park and ate some ice cream. Strawberry, thank you very much! And yes, I’m aware I look like a chipmunk so shut up.

This week I will be treating myself to a haircut which is ridiculously overdue. Bangs are in. I made an appointment last week and will be sticking to it despite my hair anxiety. I just have to keep reminding myself how even more fabulous my hair will look once it is done.

I need to get some pre-Florida vacation shopping done before I leave too. Shorts? They are the devil. My thighs curse the day you were born. I hate hate hate shorts but I’m not trying to walk around in 100 degree weather wearing jeans. I guess I will have to make it up to myself by buying some Marc Jacobs sunglasses. Thighs can’t hate me if my face is in Marc Jacobs, right?

Since I know everyone was keeping track, I am on Season 6 Part One, Disc 3 of my Sex and the City bible.

Because I love her, you get an Edie picture too. I know she is all over this blog but she’s adorable and I can’t help it!

Many of you were around to witness how out of control Jenn and I on Twitter Saturday night. We were furiously TwitterBerrying and breaking out in fits of giggles…and the drinks didn’t even start coming yet. Oh, but when they did, it was magical. Peach raspberry something with alcohol something or what I call Heaven In a Glass and then a Berry Berry Good which was duh, berry berry good with some Jerk Chicken Pasta. Oh man, pretty sure I will live in Bahama Breeze, not to mention I could wear sweet Hawaiian (Bahamaian?) print shirts and bathe in fruity deliciousness. Of course, with their handy mouth wash dispensers, I would be set for life.

I managed to talk Jenn into buying an adorable bag BUT it had a matching wallet and I totally justified her purchase for her. Do not go shopping with me. I’m the worst person to go shopping with and will make you leave with anything you so happen to glance at. I can justify purchases no matter what. Is there a career for that? Because I would be AWESOME at it. Jamie the Justifier. Has a nice ring to it, don’t you think?

We breezed through Woodfield and getting a seriously work out while doing so, (seriously, ramps and inclines everywhere!), poking shower gel jelly molds in Lush, whispering sweet nothings at gorgeous dresses in Anthropologie and looking longingly at Nordstrom’s in the process. We rounded out the night with The Holy Land aka Borders. Could you really ask for a better day? Well, yes, we wouldn’t have hit traffic on the way home at 11PM but whatever, still fabulous.

Point of this post?

Jenn and I are awesome.

Ridiculously. Awesome

P.S. Renee, come hang out with us!

Since our first hang out was a smashing success, Jenn and I have been trying to hanging out again for like the past three weeks. The thing is, I fail at life and manage to get sick all the time or something, so Minnie’s has been on the back burner for awhile. Finally, this past Saturday, we finally got to go. Angela tagged along too, so I invited my friend, Monica.

Mini food, mini drinks, not so mini desserts - it was a fun night. The cuteness had to be documented, so pictures?

my fabulous partner in crime, Jenn, with her mini martini

me, cheesin’ obviously. check out my cute mini food!

the lovely Monica

last, but most definitely not least, Angela enjoying her ridiculously good banana ice cream

It is decidedly obvious that mini stuff is always better. Plus, you have room for dessert!

I don’t think Chicago has ever seen this much fierceness at once.

Yesterday, Jenn and I met up at the Borders on State Street talked in the cafe area, next to some dudes who were playing music or ring tones out loud on their cellphone. We then grabbed a bite to eat at Pizano’s and sat next to some awesome frat boy dudes, who were drunk and all greened out, talking about how jealous they were of some girl’s stache. Obviously, not Jenn and I because we don’t have mustaches. We also got the evil death glare from our waitress for not just packing up and leaving as soon as we got the check.

Before we knew it four hours had gone by! Jenn’s so much more awesome in real life. Seriously, you guys should be jealous. We talked about everything in the world from BlogHer to tattoos to penguin poop to parades that suck. What? Yes, I’m pretty sure each of those topics were brought up and no, I will no elaborate on it.

Anyway, admire our awesome picture taking skillz and be blinded by the glare of our fierceness…err…glasses.

More adventures of Jenn and Jamie to follow. You can count on that.