August 4, 2006

Home for lunch!

Guess who lives close enough to her job that she can come home for lunch? Canya? Canya guess? Hm?

By the way, here’s my view (helped out with a bit of zoom from the camera). Like Frasier but with far less money and coolness!

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Wandering Minstrel says

August 4, 2006 at 2:09 pm

Hey baby I hear the blues a-callin’
Tossed salad and scrambled eggs

And maybe I seem a bit confused,
yeah maybe, I got you pegged 🙂

But I don’t know what to do with those tossed salads and scrambled eggs…they’re callin’ again.
dr. dave says

August 4, 2006 at 2:20 pm

if you squint, you can pretend you live right on Central Park.

I've been blogging for over twenty (2 decades! 2-0!) years and I'm apparently one of the few over-50 female bloggers who haven't sold out to THE MAN yet; hence this blog remains quirky, homespun, and unprofitable. No big. However, if you're from Disney, Doritos, or Dave Matthews Band, I'm open to talk about selling out.

I live in Southern New Jersey with my husband WM, and our dog Murphy. I'm an adult who likes Disney but not a Disney Adult. I used to work a fun (really!) office job in Philadelphia, but since March of 2020 I'm a work from home hermit. So if you're looking for a childless, slightly round, marginally boring GenX woman's blog to follow, you've come to the right place! :)

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