Why do some people walk like they’ve just climbed off a horse? It makes me silly.
What should I do about my life? I got a job offer in my field that would allow me three days in the office and two days at home. I’m thrilled but honestly, can I really get any work done with a toddler in the house? Sometimes it’s hard to find time to pee, never mind design a catalog.
I wish I didn’t like muffins so much.
I’m trying to be positive about winter coming, but now that the leaves have fallen off the trees, Connecticut is starting to get that dead look. How can one possibly be cheery when the natural world is screaming, “I’m a scraggly, naked mess!”? Or am I just projecting onto the trees?
(I’m not naked right now, promise. But if I were, would that change how you felt about this post?)
We’re getting five new windows put in downstairs. They are big ass windows, and the man’s here right now putting them in. When Chuck answered the door in his bathrobe, Chuck accidentally flashed him.
Ok, that’s not true but Chuck’s reading this over my shoulder and I wanted to give him a rise.
I’m not going to miss the plastic we used to put over those old windows. The draft was so bad the curtains would sway. It still wasn’t as bad as that apartment Chuck and I rented in Portland, Maine. My dad helped us put Styrofoam over some of the windows and then plastic.
Course, I think he saw Rico the landlord and wanted to shield us from the view. Didn’t work.
I am now convinced that ad agencies are feeding their creative teams LSD. How else to explain a juice commercial that involves school children, a comatose rabbit and balloons?
I'm scared.
But I'm not naked.
Promise.
