The single best thing that has ever been randomly sent through the U.S. Mail- ever- is something that I’m about to share with you. It is a catalog. And it has changed my life. Not only that, but I am also able to show you each individual item that has made me a better American- nay, human being. For- their online catalog is gonna allow me some visual aides. Ready? (Of course you aren’t. How do you prepare for something {Read More}
Brefft.
August 30, 2010 By 2 Comments
That’s like ‘bereft,’ but with less syllables and more f’s. Which makes it more powerful, obviously. Also- the iPhone and I are having words about things that are not actually words. (“Beets? Beef?” “No- brefft.” “But that’s not real!” “I know.” “IT HAS TO BE A REAL WORD.”) Anyway, back to brefft. ‘Cause I am. Last night, in the swelty Chicago heat, as I showered off the near 12 hours of planes, trains and automobiles- and then stepped into a {Read More}
Total amount of sun= two hours. So far.
August 26, 2010 By 1 Comment
I am heading down the steps to the beach in a few minutes. For the first time- in direct sunlight- on this vacation. Sure, you say, an overcast patch in your Cape Cod wonderland? Poor things. Except. It has been positively Noviembre in general amount of clothiness and blanketude. Non-stop sheets of rain. Temps hovering around 60 degrees- if not lower. No sun-kissed naps here…you know, the kind where you awaken with glowy skin and sparkly mermaid hair? (I know {Read More}
And Peej may or may not have sunken a dinghy.
August 23, 2010 By Leave a Comment
It is currently a balmy 63 degrees in Cape Cod. This is strange for so many reasons:a) We are at the beach. It should be well over 100 degrees.b) All summer long- in Chicago, mind you- it’s been well over 100 degrees.c) I only packed halter tops. For Nora. That said, our digs this week are a stunning “cottage” with three floors of window seats, wraparound porches and mind-boggling amounts of alcohol. Even more mind-boggling is how quickly the supply {Read More}
Time for smaller jorts!
August 19, 2010 By 8 Comments
I was all set this morning. Yep, I knew what issues were going to be blown to smithereens and how pointedly- and yet self-deprecatingly- I was gonna lay it down. And then Nora needed breakfast. Again. (Just like yesterday!) And then while she was playing so happily with a mixture of kitchen utensils and bath books, I decided it was a good time to work out; i.e. thwack at the Wii Fit with a half-dead Wiimote. And after the usual guff {Read More}
That whole "noon" thing was really ambitious.
August 16, 2010 By 1 Comment
This past weekend was a doozy. After a slight change in plans allowed me to attend our darling pal Caitlin’s going away party at Mrs. Murphy’s Irish Bistro (go rock the West Coast, sugar!), Peej, Nora and I left for Indiana eaaaaaarly Saturday morning. I’m pretty sure I’m a part time Indiana resident at this point. We headed to Bloomington for the wedding of Natalie and Dave- she of my Pilates-classes-gettin’-me-back-into-jeans-without-elastic fame. {Read More}
But who’s gonna meter my rage?
August 12, 2010 By 1 Comment
Today’s post is a failed attempt at guest-blogging for a bigger site. So I’m using it here- ’cause I LIKE it, even if it met none of the previously-non-mentioned-but-yeah-it-kinda-makes-sense criteria. It’s just as well- I’m horrid at following directions (baking, unplugging my laptop during a storm, that whole waiting after eating to swim…) I wrote it about a month ago. Ah, how simple things were back then. They were different times. {Read More}
Nora’s well-rested, if that counts.
August 9, 2010 By 4 Comments
This past week and weekend proved, without a doubt, that I am in very real danger of early onset dementia. The crosswords and brain teasers no longer stave them off. It’s official- I’m demented. Sure, we’ve been skipping all over the country, city, and state. And absolutely, sleep has been the first thing to be sacrificed. But seriously, I’m forgetting my middle name[s] at this point. It began when I confused this coming week of work with next week’s. To {Read More}
