Category: daily drivel
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Finis
There is one last installment of last year’s trip to California now posted, in which we enjoy the continental breakfast at the hotel, take a ride to the airport with Egg Shen, show everybody in the airport our underwear, and finally enjoy the traditional Bloody Mary before boarding. Thanks for coming. Read.
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half past the monkey’s
My daylight savings time story: I woke up yesterday morning while it was still dark and just a minute or two before the clock in the front room went bong – half-past the hour, but which hour? Thanks to insomnia, I was still awake a half-hour later when I heard the clock strike four. And… Read.
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wimps
Day Nine of last year’s trip to California is up, in which: We wimp out and book a hotel in San Francisco, then do a short barhop with the time we have left in the evening before getting a good night’s rest for the flight in the morning. Read.
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Oktober
Day Eight of our trip to California last year is up, in which we finally make it to Chico and the Oktoberfest at the Sierra Nevada Brewery! Cheers! Read.
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inflamed
I used to go to high school with this guy. Now he gets to set rail cars on fire while I push papers in an office. I am so insanely jealous. Read.
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blissed
Day Seven of last year’s trip to California is up, in which: We learn to sleep inside a snare drum; we discover the joy of weed; and we finally get to toast some marshmallows over a campfire. *bliss* Read.
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not much, you?
“What are you going to do today?” B asked me, and I answered, “I don’t know. Probably nothing. Read. Wash clothes. That’s about it.” More and more lately, it’s the answer I can be counted on to give if you ask me what I plan to do on any given Saturday or Sunday. Monday through… Read.
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bridget jones was fat?
Eight hours after I read this article in The New York Times, I’m still trying to wrap my head around the idea that somebody out there at any time considered Renee Zellweger fat: As Bridget Jones, she allowed us to embrace our wine-and-heartache inner insecurities. She made the fat, boozy chain-smokers and job-losers among us… Read.
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death to mousey
B and I have declared unrestricted warfare on mice. All mice, wherever they are, but particularly here in our little red house. Before our declaration was submitted to the order rodentia, we were trying to expunge only the mice from our house by live-trapping them, then releasing them into the wild, where they could rejoin… Read.
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elbows
You should have seen me a yoga class last night. I was so proud to be able to bend over and touch the floor with my fingers. We all had our feet a little more than shoulder width apart, but still, I haven’t been able to do that in a long time. Then the instructor… Read.
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