The parking was such a clusterfuck.
omg yes.
I forgot about the Reisterstown road one. Sigh: Bibelot.
Hope it was nothing like gunshots.
Susan, Royal Blue + Black Pants is perfectly acceptable. Unless you wanted to go with something from Priscilla, Queen of the Desert?
Sparky DH doesn't eat anything with more than -what is it- two ingredients or anything where something actually touches something else. Plus, I believe, it must be beige. And not too mushy. Soup is out. So are frittatas. Mashed potatoes are ok. As long as you don't put anything creepy in it, like garlic and rosemary. Or tell him that you have. I make him sit on the stoop. I like to try to feed him anyway. We like him and don't want him to waste away. We have emergency S-DH bags of TJs for when he might visit our house. Because we likes it when they visit.
That is something that only happens in New York.
Good one!
It snowed here! And it's 19 degrees out. I guess that makes it winter.
A trial could have been embarrassing because Mr. Welch had become involved with Suzy Wetlaufer, the former editor of the Harvard Business Review, during his marriage, and details of the relationship might have surfaced in court.
Suzy now has a whole Mrs. Jack Welsh career.
Timelies all!
We have some errands to run this afternoon, and then we go see Avenue Q tonight. Yay!
I am on my way to Minneapolis in a few minutes, minus any gloves. I distinctly remember unpacking them when we moved and putting them away in the perfect place, but have no idea what that place IS. Oh well, I know they sell those things in the Minneapolis airport for doofuses like me.
Scrappy, they certainly do! Because there are enough doofi out there that, really, the glove-less condition shouldn't be so much of a stigma.
signed, the only reason she still has an intact pair is that she stocked up on multiple pairs last Winter
I own gloves, but it would take a bit of digging. In a pinch I would grab a pair of gardening gloves.
Last winter, I cleverly left my gloves in the pockets of my coat, so there they were when I needed them.
Jesse is me - my gloves live in my coat so I don't have to think about them.
To celebrate the extremely pretty snow currently falling in Brooklyn, here is Dylan blowing raspberries for the camera.
(Note to self: get better camera! This was taken with my Treo since it's the only working video camera we have that records sound. Maybe for Hannukah this year I'll get myself a Flip Video.)
Aw, cutie Dylan!
ION, the snow falling here needs to stop now. We were promised warmer weather and rain today. There is no caffeine left in this house, and I have my choir thing this afternoon. Yesterday the snow was pretty. It is now damned inconvenient.
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