Whereby the girl realizes that the boy returns from assignment today and begins the mad scramble to erase all evidence of the fact that she essentially lives off the floor and eats over the sink while he’s away, despite her hypocritical derision of such slovenly behavior to his face.
(Also, it might be time to add some color to my wardrobe.)
If your gut tells you not to send that email, even if it’s just a teeny tiny part of your gut, even if it’s the part of your gut that’s a total buzzkill and never wants you to have fun anyway, even if you’ve sat on the draft for a few hours to think about it and still want to send it, even if the rest of you feels that you’re well within your rights to send it and frankly you weren’t the one who screwed up in the first place dammit, listen to that uptight little pain in the ass gut part and Do. Not. Hit. “Send”.
Finally, FINALLY, the weather begins to align with my penchant for wearing as little as possible on my feet. (It took me two hours to thaw after trying this stunt last week.)
Outerwear of the Day: The perfect all-in-one mobile home for the rugged adventurer type, the “JakPak” seamlessly converts from a waterproof windbreaker to a sleeping bag to a full-fledged insect-repelling tent and back again, giving you all the shelter without the hassle of having to connect spigot A to hatchback 3 with the kids screaming and your wife making faces like you don’t know what you’re doing, when, if she just laid off for a second, you’d totally get it, and maybe something will go right in your life for once.
Not a big deal for the millions who tune in online, but for the many who were looking forward to watching what is arguably the most popular Olympic event live on their televisions? And on a U.S. federal holiday, to boot?
Tsk, tsk, NBC. Were you really hoping that the internets could keep a secret?
Last week, I had to empty the contents of my bedroom closet so that we could have some repairs done to the adjoining attic. In the process, I discovered the following items buried amongst my clothes:
- one very old laptop that I thought I had jettisoned eons ago
- two stuffed animals I didn’t recognize (keep in mind that I don’t have kids)
- three necklaces that I had presumably hidden from potential thieves
- five skipping stones (still no kids)
- 12 brand-new, empty ziploc bags
And, the pièce de résistance:
Sixteen sugar packets.
It’s finally happened. I have turned into my grandmother, albeit 40 years too early.