OHIO!

Cleveland
Solon  Glenwillow Rocks!

And I mean it.

(Despite that license plate I saw on the way in from the airport… hello people!! WTF)

Just because I’m from Manhattan, it doesn’t mean I wouldn’t eat sushi and pizza with my peeps in Ohio.

(Reminder: Not everyone here acts like they belong on The Real Housewives of New York City)

There’s nothing like Midwest sushi and pizza, people.

Landlocked sushi in below freezing weather. Yum.

I’ll tell the truth, I didn’t have any. We tried. We couldn’t.

Too many people wanted to. (1/2 priced sushi night in Ohio, baby)

Imagine that.

What an interesting blog post that would have been.

And I would have shared with you my secret diva demand – that was never filled – for some cute swag.

But it doesn’t matter.

I did battle a snowstorm to come home to my sweet kiddos.

And that is all that matters.

Now that I told the world I love Cleveland and the surrounding ‘burbs, all of you living there better not mess up on Tuesday. 

Email me or post a comment if you aren’t a fraidy cat. 

But only if you weren’t eating pizza and spinach dip with me this week.