As I noted last week, Tom Critchlow is currently in Seattle, and our home has never been happier, nor more reminiscent of a Justin Bieber concert (seriously, we’re screaming and running around like pre-pubescent girls. We’re a little crazy right now). After noting that there are a few common, innocent phrases that don’t translate well…
Folks, I am tired. How is that, you say? How is it a woman, with no steady job, no house, no kids, no pets, and only one half-dead houseplant be tired? And I will tell you, dear friends, it is because of SNOW-MAGGEDON. It has exhausted me. For the last week, we here in the…
– I’d like to think that, as a Seattleite (Seattlite? Does it matter?) I know a thing or three about traffic. It’s taken me 25 minutes to move 25 feet before (east side, rush hour). I’ve nearly cried in frustration at our city’s gridlock, pressing my head against the steering wheel in the middle of…
I make bad decisions. This should surprise no one, myself included. There was the time I attempted to make it to Greenwich (and subsequently learned that Greenwich and North Greenwich are two distinct places). Or the time I thought that this outfit was a good idea. The point is? I do dumb things. But at…
Recently, my home has come to resemble a slumber party full of middle school girls. There’s been lots of giggling, and excitement, and jumping around, and yes, it’s because of a boy. Specifically, this one: Adorable, ain’t he? Ignore the hair. It just … well, it just is. The lovely gentleman pictured with my husband…
Um, wow. So, I didn’t quite expect my post about Rand’s broken laptop to get quite the level of attention that it did. Thank you to everyone who read the post, who helped spread the word, and who shared their thoughts. Really, I just wanted to vent, and while I still intend to file a…
– A few years ago, we were having dinner with some of Rand’s colleagues. When we were trying to decide what to order, one of the gentleman suggested we share food. “After all, I’m from New York, where life is a shared experience.” I wanted to hug him. I feel the same way: I love…
– I’d like to take a few moments to remember, with extreme fondness, Rand’s dear departed laptop. It traveled with us across the globe. It never made weird sounds, it was quick to start up, and had a battery life that was unusually long. It was lightweight and kept my lap warm on cold winter…
Dinner reservations have been made. I rummaged through my closet, pulled out an array of dresses, tossed half of them back in, pulled out some different ones, and think I finally decided on an outfit. Later, I’ll start the 2-6 hour depilatory process required of all Italian women before going out on a date. Because…
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