Sometimes you can find love even down by your feet if you're looking hard enough.
Friday, May 21, 2010
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Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Having never been especially coordinated, and not one especially tolerant of the heat, my favorite outdoor summer activities have revolved around pools, reading, pools and occasionally, bubble blowing and chalk drawing. Things that wouldn't work up a sweat, basically. And while I may not be overtly skilled in the various ways to play with bubbles, I still purchase them and play with my friends kids whenever I see a bottle. One of life's inexpensive pleasures. Unless you shop at Bergdorf's. COME ON, people! Perfumed designer bubbles at $18 a bottle before taxes? I'd wince as each bubble popped in the air, wasted.
Just seeing THIS made me wince a little, that's all. I have so many suggestions for the extra $17.50 people with too much money in their wallets are wasting on these bottles. For instance, save up a few bottles' worth and see a psychotherapist. Or, I don't know, donate money.
Julia: “I’m going to a Kanye West concert tomorrow. And I’m really scared, ‘cuz there’s gonna be too many urban people around me. The email said to come an hour early to check for guns. Urban people scare me.”
Alex: “Hip hop perpetuates the stereotype on a magnanimous level.”
Saturday, May 8, 2010
As anointed "Cruise Director," I gladly took on the challenge of meeting and lassoing up all non-retirees on my recent trans-Atlantic cruise. Don't get me wrong, the old people had their charms. We had war stories, and then the same stories repeated. Fragrant elevator "oopsies" and a floating colostomy bag in the therapy pool. But I drew the line at trying to eat dinner and watching food drool out. Not that there's anything wrong with that. If it were my loved one's drool, I'd be totally enjoying their dinner antics. But I wanted to eat steak and not feel like a show off. Mission accomplished!