How can wilson honestly write a column for the Times and say that she expects her article to be 1,300 women in Connecticut and Manhattan, plus "a couple of gay guys"? WTF?

I have become super strict about mail. Everything that is not a bill or something I need for work gets thrown away immediately. I still have a hard time with birthday cards and stuff, though -- my instinct is to save them, even knowing I never ever go back to reread them.

How can wilson honestly write a column for the Times and say that she expects her article to be 1,300 women in Connecticut and Manhattan, plus "a couple of gay guys"? WTF?

She had no ideeeaaaaa people read the New York Times outside of Manhattan! Pfui.

How can wilson honestly write a column for the Times and say that she expects her article to be 1,300 women in Connecticut and Manhattan, plus "a couple of gay guys"? WTF?

Yes, thank you! It's like yet another person gets introduced to the internet, except Wilson's been publishing on the internet for years.

you don't have to think Internet to know that the new york times is read all of the us and is available in much of the world

It's not that she didn't know, it's that the 1300 women in CT/Manhattan and the couple of gay guys are the only ones with any independent reality in her mind. They're the ones who matter. Why would you stop to consider the reaction of people who aren't real?

I've kind of started forgetting to check my mail at all

I managed once to get mine so jammed up that my mailbox couldn't be opened individually--the postal service person had to open the whole thing and take my mail out for me. So I'm better about it now. That was shameful.

I am embarrassed by how much I've allowed my mail to pile up. Part of the problem is that I have a huge mailbox, so there are no immediate consequences for not dealing with it right away, and when it does become something I have to deal with, it's an overwhelming amount of paper to sort through in one sitting.Y'all have inspired me, that will be my project this week, taming that mess.

I occasionally forget to check my mail for long enough that friends and family "remind me" to go look.

I suspect they do this for the comedy gold that is me receiving a totally anonymous package with two small fire extinguishers wrapped in bubble wrap.

Took a wrong turn running some errands, then decided to just keep going and make a u-turn in one of the parking lots at the intersection rather than someones driveway. Then I watched about five cars pass this limping dog and I pulled over. Poor doggie was an easy catch, and must have been out for days if not longer, it's fur was absolutely muddy and full of mats. Thankfully a woman pulled over behind me and called the police, because I doubt I could have held onto the dog (about the size of a lab with long blonde fur) while I got my phone. No tags, but hopefully it was lost and not abandoned. Real sweety, too.

Spent the weekend with my sisters. WE talked a lot about food -- while eating lots of food.

I've been reading through mark bittman's blog on the NYT . Can I take this week off to play in the kitchen?