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Creepiest. Thing. Ever.

So I’m innocently walking to work from the Back Bay train station after dropping off Alli Smith this morning, and I have to admit, I’m pretty beat and all I want to do is go to bed.

As I approach the corner of Clarendon and Stuart, I see this little creepster trying to entice people to park in his garage (if you know what I mean…and I think you do).

My first reaction was that I was still sleeping and this was some kind of silly dream. I really don’t like any kind of costume where the facial expressions do not change, i.e. the mask from Scream, or any clown that has its smile painted on, etc. My second reaction was that maybe someone was filming a “Coffee and TV”-like music video (they were not). My third reaction (it’s things like this that make me late for work) was to take a picture because maybe I was seeing things. But you guys are seeing this, right? Right?

Anyway, this is how I began my day. Ugh. There’s nothing creepier.

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Weight Loss Week Four: Eating Too Many Burritos Will Break Your Scale

So apparently my scale is broken. I stepped on it this morning and nothing happened. I’m assuming the battery died, and it’s one of those large rectangular ones you never have anywhere else in your house, so I was SOL this morning for my weigh in. Sorry folks. But let’s just say I lost 30 lbs. and I’m wearing a bikini to work. Let’s just say that.

Here’s how I did, you be the judge:

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Guy of the Month: Matt B.

Runnin' It.

Name: Matt
Age: In years, 30ish. In mind, somewhere around 15
Likes: Ala-BAMA football, Bobby Huggins, Carter and Mary Carter
Dislikes: Buzz Aldrin

My mom has a habit of finding complete strangers to come and live with us. Over the course of my lifetime, approximately 432 people have stayed at the Carroll home, and Matt was one of them.

Matt came to us in 2005 when his parents left him in a basket on our doorstep. The note read “We didn’t sign up for this. Love, Barb and Ed.” We really had no choice. He lived with us for an extended summer, and even when his house was finally built, he wouldn’t leave.

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