I know August is designed to be a hot month. I do. Especially in Charleston. We’re still at 100 degrees almost every day. Blah. And while this sentiment may not be popular, I’m ready to be done. So I made soup this week. I also made hot chocolate—twice. Because I love fall with all my heart. Don’t hate me.

This weekend we’re going to a BBQ before watching the fight at a friend’s house. If you’re wondering who I’m cheering for or why I even care, I wrote about it here, see number two. I’m planning on making deviled eggs, for the partay. Mmmm. Always a crowd pleaser. Then Sunday an aperitivo with friends. In between, all kinds of writing. That book proposal is getting closer.

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What about you guys, what are you up to? I’ve gathered the latest musing from around the web for your weekend reading. 

New addition and it’s on the short travel list.

Bookmark this post and this site. She has all sorts of advice. The Roman kind.

She ate like an Italian every day of the week. Here’s what happened. 

How women undermine themselves with their words. Are you? 

Ciao for Now!