Monthly Archives: November 2010
If you’re crazy enough to go to do something crazy, like go to a 2 am showing of Harry Potter, it’s good to know you have at least one friend that’s crazy enough to go with you.
The French word for wrinkles is rides which registers to my English-centric brain as rides and makes me feel like if you’re gonna have them, at least you had a lot of fun getting them. Which is pretty much the … Continue reading
I’m always excited by a new pair of shoes. And, just in case you ever need to know, I wear a 7 1/2.
There’s something magical about coming home to a clean house.
There was a camel at the farmer’s market. In Beverly Hills. This was worth getting out of bed for.
…snail mail? Now that I get most of my bills online, it’s often filled with amazing things. Like yesterday:
If I go early, I can have the park to myself. I can listen to my iPod and swing. Swings are good for thinking. And for not thinking. And for stopping myself from thinking.
The sniffles are a great excuse to drink tea and eat gingersnaps and stay in bed the whole day.
…friends with pools?