I was talking to WM not long ago — babbling, really — and I said that if I owned a Mexican restaurant, I would make a big deal for Cinco de Marcho and see how many people I could fool…
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Happy Cinco de Marcho!
Haircut #217
After a series of YouTube video hairstyling mishaps, I finally turned to a professional to get a real, grownup haircut. Since the bottom half of my hair was very, very dead and very, very layered (thanks, YouTube kiddies) I decided…
Wordless Wednesday: Serenity
*** Happy birthday, Mom!
The Blues
I. Am. So. Blue. Why? Here’s the list: 1) My feet hurt, but only after extended periods of being off of them. Such as in the mornings when I wake up or … every time I get up at work,…
Whatever happened to predictability?
(searching through Kohl’s sales flyer) Me: Want a pair of Aqua shorts? WM: No. I don’t think I will ever wear a pair of aqua shorts Me: Oh, come on. You can get this outfit, I’ll get the lady’s outfit…
Wordless Wednesday: Almost an Angel
One-year workiversary!
Want to feel old and marvel at how quickly time passes? Yesterday marked one year at my new job. Which I suppose isn’t new anymore. When most of my TNP coworkers found out (by my chirping “Today’s my anniversary!” —…
Repackaging Tazo Tea
While in Target this weekend getting some shopping done I noticed that Tazo Tea is doing a bit of a makeover on its products: The one on the right has the old look. The buff colored package, the decorative font…
Friday Five: Celebrations
Whew. This week’s flown. I spent most of it convalescing from my months of sick. There’s only one day of antibiotics left, but I’m just run down and literally tired of talking. WM’s getting sniffly now, so basically we can’t…
Excuse me, where's the toothpaste department?
I had a dream that I was traveling somewhere and one of the things I *had* to do is visit Osmond’s — a giant megastore owned by Donny and Marie Osmond. It was a HUGE store indeed and to facilitate…
Upstairs, downstairs
Stampy is the little kid that belongs to one of the people who lives upstairs. Stampy visits on Wednesday nights and every other weekend. We can tell Stampy is here from hearing the constant thumping on our ceiling/their floor. Stampy…