31
January
I bought a new face wash last night, and this morning as I was getting ready to use it, I noticed the label promises great results “without damaging skin!” Hey, that’s great! Now I’ll try not to be disturbed that you even had to say that!
30
January
Between the economy and that whole almost-40-and-not-pregnant-yet thing I’ve got going on, I have plenty to wake me up at night for a worryfest. That’s why I’m giving up watching TV. The commercials just do not help. “Are you worried about dark undereye circles and crepey eyelids?” Well, I WASN’T…
27
January
I hate to ask you all for favors (actually, I don’t, who am I kidding) but would you please take a moment, click on this link and vote for me? http://www.smallaa.com/post/3556 I’ve submitted “Ricki: To Vienna With Love” to this contest, and I would love to win it. Please? I’ll never ask you for another favor [...]
26
January
Once again, someone in my office managed to burn a bag of microwave popcorn. But this person tried to right the wrong by running around spraying Febreze. Now we’re being treated to a soapy, charred orange smell. Why don’t they just go ahead and allow indoor smoking again? It’d be a lot less toxic.
26
January
Jackie’s baby said “Mama” this weekend. We are so excited! Jackie because it’s her baby’s first word, and me because I know it’s now only a matter of time before she begins turning that into actual sentences, like “Mama, I really admire Auntie Christy’s stance on animal rights and environmental sustainability. Can I go tree-sit with [...]
20
January
Why are the butlers in movies and on TV always British? Sometime I would really love to see a butler from the Bronx. I think “fuggedaboudit” would be such a refreshing change from “Very good, sir.”
20
January
From last night – a perfect example of why the things that come out of Guy’s mouth often earn nothing more than a blank stare from me: Me: “This pilaf is really excellent.” Guy: “Yes it is.” Me: “Or maybe I just like to say pilaf.” Guy: “Who do you think you are? Suzanne Pleshette?”
18
January
Jennifer has been going through a box of miscellany she brought back from Mom’s recently, and found something I wrote for her when I was about eight. It’s an essay, of sorts – a stream of consciousness piece I composed on the subject of clouds. As with almost everything I wrote then, it is typewritten, [...]