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The first week back after the holidays is always a beast. Physically dragging my hungover, cake-stuffed self onto a treadmill and forcing it to run felt like a metaphor for pretty much everything this week; it all took longer than normal, was sweatier than normal and had a real and true lack of wine (spoiler alert: Dry January BLOWS.) In the midst of trying to climb back on the horse // get back on the wagon // get my sh*t together, though, I still found moments for fun. Last night, Tony and I had dinner with his dad and stepmom at Union, a restaurant I’ve been dying to try, and I pretended that not drinking for a month gave me carte blanche to inhale a bowl of buttery pasta and still be “on a diet.” (#worthit) Afterward, we drove around South Pasadena with all the windows down, listening to music and fantasizing about what it would be like to live there (probably a lot like living in Father of the Bride, I would imagine.) It was a cozy and sweet way to end a hectic week. Today, we’re going to a Golden Globes event where I’m told I’ll get my hair and nails done simply because I’m Mrs. Cavalero (gonna ride them coattails down any red carpet we’re allowed!!), and this weekend I’m looking forward to curling up with a book, watching the Globes on Sunday with friends and continuing to find excuses not to unpack from the holidays. HAPPY WEEKEND! Here’s what I’m grateful for right now:

Starting every morning with a green juice and listening to Headspace.

My friend Ilana turned this Bratz doll into a Ruth Bader Ginsburg doll, and officially became Mom of the Year. I LOVE THIS.

Watching SAG screeners with my loves.

Channing Tatum as Beyonce, which is EVERYTHING. (And how much fun he is having with his wife is everything MORE.)

Dining on some of the best pasta of my life at Union.

This comment on January’s Book Club all the way from GERMANY!

When I got homesick for northern California and the holidays, driving with Tony up to one of our favorite views in the city to remember we love living in L.A., too.

STAR SIGHTING of Brock O’Hurn at the gym. (I wanted to ask him to take a selfie with me, but didn’t because I’d just gotten a facial and thus looked like I had meth face.)

Watching my beautiful, hilarious friend Dani marry the handsome, hilarious love of her life, Jeremy.

Listening to Etta James’ “A Sunday Kind of Love,” Tony and my first dance at our wedding, while writing this. Have the best weekend! Thank you again for all the sweet notes about yesterday’s 2-year anniversary – I am so lucky and love you all!! X A