Courtesy of weather.com
Everywhere I’m supposed to be in the next four days is covered in hot pink. Come on, Irene. I have a whole mess of celebrating to do this weekend and I’m not afraid of getting a little wet. Bring. It. On.
Tag Archives: States of Emergency
This is What Depression Looks Like
And only this remains...
So, the movers came on Saturday, and what I thought was going to be a fun little “live on an aerobed in your living room and rough it” kind of week has turned out to be more similar to what I can only assume were Ernest Hemingway’s last days.
Discarded clothes? Check. Tub of coffee? Check. Thousand-page novel? Check. Remote controls? Check, check. Apparently I have everything I need. However, it’s about 8,000 degrees in my apartment, I spent the majority of my time Sunday laying down because I have no furniture that allows me to sit upright, and I’ve seen the Khloe and Lamar Wedding episode of Keeping up with the Kardashians three times in the past 24 hours.
Basically what I’m trying to say is that if you’re looking for me at any point this week, I’ll be at Mary Ann’s. They at least have bar stools.
Filed under About Me, WORST Things Ever
These Sneakers Had a Lot of Sole
R.I. P.
Alright, so I’m not going to say this was my mom’s fault, but I am going to say that she’s to blame.
As we all know, Jeanie Carroll has an undeniable knack for forcing people to do things they don’t want to do, and several times in my life this something I didn’t want to do was go for a long walk while a natural disaster/storm was happening outside.
During the Blizzard of 2001, Jeanie made me, Jamie and Jack the Dog walk all the way to the Holleder Center to catch Dad’s basketball practice. Halfway there, Jack’s glom was frozen to his face, and Jamie kept screaming “I’m not in a very good place!” When Jeanie came to visit me in January 2010, she forced me to walk the 3 miles to and from Zaftigs in Coolidge Corner. My body hurt so, so much the next day, since I was bracing myself for a fall on the ice the entire time. And most recently, in North Carolina last weekend, Jeanie led a group along the “trails” of Cary, only to be caught in a torrential downpour from which my clothes have still not dried. And this, of course, resulted in the destruction of my most beloved sneakers.
Filed under BEST Things Ever, WORST Things Ever
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