Guilty Pleasures

We all have ‘em, might as well share ‘em. Here are some of my guilty pleasures:

Having a whole mess of silly Reggie pictures on my phone that I can scroll through when I’m mad, bored, sad, happy, restless, procrastinating, or just missing my little guy.


Huge cups, ice, straws. I don’t know why, beverages are just more refreshing this way.


Bookmarking mass quantities of amazing sounding recipes on my Google Reader. I have like 300 recipes in there.


The Panera Mediterranean Veggie sandwich.


Spending an entire Sunday in jammies, slippers, and my robe.


Obsessively cleaning the stove top so that there is never any spilled food on it. This takes up way more time than I’d like to admit but I get so much pleasure from it.


Annnnnd burritos. Because, c’mon now. They are the best thing.


Ooo! Here’s a non-picture guilty pleasure because it feels wrong not to add it. When I’m feeling upset or sad or ticked off I watch Parks & Rec clips on YouTube to make me laugh. Specifically these three (one, two, three). But, like, over and over and over. When I’m in a particularly bad mood this could last for at least 30 minutes. No joke.

Author: Domestocrat

I'm a lady who enjoys photography, football, cooking, long drives with the windows down, This American Life, kettlecorn, hot yoga, pop punk, my nephews, my cat Reggie, and my home: Boston.

2 thoughts

  1. I think my saddest, guiltiest pleasure is the entire Real Housewives franchise. I’m obsessed and I think it’s literally my favorite show on television.

    1. Oooh, that’s a good one! I haven’t gotten into those but I am obsessed with every reality TV singing competition (Idol, The Voice, X Factor, The Sing Off, America’s Got Talent, etc).

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