October 2009
46 posts
Filing a story on lunchtime workouts while I’m elbow deep in ice cream. Low fat.
Mother Brown's Annual NYC Trip Stats
Number of items she’s moved from the refrigerator into the freezer: 3
“Butter lasts longer in the freezer.”
Pieces of living room furniture that are in the same place they were when I left for work this morning: 1
The TV, which is mounted on the wall.
Number of socks left in my sock drawer: About half
“I found over 20 single socks, I’m going to throw them...
Expense Your Steak →
Not that I condone unethical behavior in the workplace, but this is great.
This makes me so happy. →
It's that time of year...
Aaaaand here we go again. Seems as though today’s mid-40 thermostat reading means only one thing for my building—it’s time to wake up the beast…the boiler.
You remember, the heater that only the building controls? So while it’s 40 degrees outside, it’s a sweltering hotbox of stagnant heat inside that can’t be turned off with a wrench because the pipes...
“He found her ankles were too fat.”
– Louboutin, on designing for Barbie.
What has this world come to?
Guess What I Found In The Mouse Trap/Sticky Paper?
My foot. Yup, I just got stuck in it.
I’m having serious a fashion/athlete dilemma.
On Saturday I finally took my Loeffler Randall’s out for a spin, and they did some nasty things to the back of my ankles. To be expected I suppose. I bought them at the Intermix Warehouse sale, 1 size too big. But come on, how can you pass up $600 Randall’s knocked down to 60 bones?
Blisters on the feet, no biggie…except I had...
No Sympathy
Me: So you see guys, that's why I'm a bit scatterbrained tonight.
Volleyball Teammates: (Silence.)
Me: There are mice in my house...for the second time this week.
Volleyball Teammates: (Still nothing.)
Me: (They're not getting it.) And we couldn't catch it, and it ran into the bedroom, and...
Guy Teammate: (Stares at me with disdain) I'm pretty sure there is a beehive in my house.
Update
The mouse/roach/exterminator/crying Rebecca story just gets better and better.
I have to run an errand, but I cannot WAIT to share this part with you.
Is that a cliffhanger or what?
