Perfection
It’s my birthday and I’ll cry if I want to. Or eat the whole freaking chocolate cake in one sitting. Whateva.
There is nothing sexier…
…than sitting across from a man while you’re nails dry. Even sexier is when he holds up his hand for the manicurist to check for dryness. And asks in his sexiest voice: “is it okay? Can I leave now? What about my feet. Are they dry?” Where have you been all my life? Carry me away on your white horse. PLEASE.
Father’s Day… in the park…
No nannies, nearly no mommies, all daddies (almost) Is this New York? Nah, it must be Boise. Oh wait, it’s Father’s Day! Mommy’s got the day off.
Plungers, there are many: Part I
New York City has done this fantabulous thing, which is rewarding landlords with all sorts of rebates if the toilet bowl only uses a gallon of water to flush. So now, not only do we have to flush about 10 times to get everything down, but our toilet clogs all the time. Which has caused me to go on a shopping spree for a new plunger, because the old one BROKE. Don’t ask me how plungers break. But they do. Don’t you want this arrangement on your coffee table?