You know, it occurs to me that my total inability to play spot the quotation and the rarity of my actually being quoted here are probably not totally coincidental.
Natter 55: It's the 55th Natter
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Weekend so far:
Finish work. Get Drunk with Haligonistas Get home from dinner drunk way too early in the evening.
Sat: Farmers Market Back at work to finish the filing I didn't get done yesterday (Seriously, I am the worst records manager ever.)
I dreamt last night that I was in new york and I had a short bob. This morning I realized that the last time I was in NY was two years ago this weekend. Then I ran into my hairstylist at the farmer's market and I was like, "I'll be by later to make an appt!"
Ginger - I'm making cupcakes today ("chocolate! with PINK stuffon top!" You sure? "YEEEEES."). I am secretly pretending to make your awesome monster cupcakes instead. These should be pretty cool, but I. loved. the. monsters.
This, after a Target run. And the fruitless pursuit of dust bunnies.
Norman Mailer has died.
Fuck. I screwed something up and have to go in to the office. No big deal, I just don't wanna.
How to get your ass kicked circa 1977.
It's a weekend miracle -- I actually have laundry in already!
Also, there was a little bit of drama in the deli when this guy came in with a teenager saying he needed Benadryl ASAP because the kid was having an allergic reaction. I'm going to believe that the deli lady didn't understand what the guy was saying because she kept talking to me. (She's an older Korean lady, and I'm guessing "allergic reaction" isn't in her day-to-day English vocabulary. Also, people often come in slightly agitated, because they "need" their coffee or beer or whatever. @@) I was like, get him the Benadryl! So they did, and I guess it was OK.
This morning I realized that the last time I was in NY was two years ago this weekend.
That was TWO YEARS ago?
Dang
we are running late already because I misread hours. boo.
How to get your ass kicked circa 1977
This is why I shudder when anyone talks about '70s-inspired fashion. I remember the '70s and they were Not Pretty.
You can't have pink monsters, Sox?
Timelies all!
G's cousin and his wife are coming over to see the house and the kittens this evening, so we need to do a quick cleanup.
The rest of the weekend will be pretty quiet, with a few errands to be done. Like getting a new brake light for my car. Whee.