i'm obsessed with ina garten, the barefoot contessa. i have all of her cookbooks and DVR every show. the witty banter between ina and her husband jeffrey leave ed and i with an endless array of inappropriate jokes.
so when we decided to take a weekend trip to the hamptons, i had to find her house.
not only did we find her vomit-inducingly large house, i pulled out the zoom lens and proceeded to take some pics. don't think i'm a psychopath just yet? it gets worse.
as i'm taking paparazzi style pics (sing the song), sam starts growling at a man walking semi-close to the car. i took a break from my crazy photo session to see a sweat-pant clad jeffrey garten walking past our car and into his house.
it gets better...
later on that day, i walk into a diner and find ina and jeffrey sitting in a booth eating lunch. i kid you not, jeffrey looked at me like... "aren't you the crazy mofo that was taking pics outside my house?"
i'll post some beach pics tomorrow. i know you're on the edge of your seat.*
*sarcasm makes a regular appearance around here.