Tonight, my glass will once again be half full.
And so will this one. And this one. And the next one.
There isn’t a bottle of Chardonnay in the District, Virginia, and even Maryland that can hide from me now. Cheers, friends.
Monthly Archives: September 2005
Three weeks are up.
09.27.05 –
No cookie rookie
09.27.05 –
As many of you know, I spent a few days in Long Beach last week. Seahorse/blowfish/overpriced-gift-store-plush junkie that I am, I headed straight from the 757 to the Aquarium of the Pacific. Bah. Hundreds of drooling infants/toddlers/Siamese twins stood in the line between me and my beloved sea creatures, so I decided to grab grub [...]
Sunday confessional: Locke and Lamisil
09.25.05 –
I spent more time obsessing over this week’s episode of Lost than I did considering candidates for all local elections since I reached voting age.
Although I know I shouldn’t feel this way, I was on the verge of becoming physically ill when watching that animated toenail fungus commercial. Sorry to those of [...]
Personality-exposing meme
09.25.05 –
Tag, I’m it! Poppy
and Oregano
have team tagged me. Let’s see what we get.
1. Delve into your blog archive.2. Find your 23rd post.3. Find the fifth sentence.4. Post the text of the sentence in your blog along with these instructions.
This is a good one. And let’s you know just a little bit [...]
My one clean joke (remember, you asked for it)
09.23.05 –
A lonely man sat in his dark, small apartment, in dire need of some company. I’ll buy a pet, he thought.
The teenage cashier at Pet-O-Rama showed him all kinds of pets. Dogs. Don’t have a place to walk ‘em. Cats. Allergic. Rats. The apartment already has them.
The man [...]
John, Paul, George, Ringo and Oprah
09.21.05 –
I’m BAAACK!
Long Beach was bitchin’. That said . . .
Did anyone happen to catch the 20th-season premiere of Oprah earlier this week? The audience members were like screaming, crying rabid dogs. Do any of you remember those old-school dog food commercials in which nutrient-deprived canines were set loose on six pounds of broth-slathered chuck on [...]
Why can’t we be friends? (But just on Tuesdays?)
09.20.05 –
Sometimes I don’t want to be around people. Actually, a good bit of the time. It is therefore alarmingly clear that my life has the potential to become that of the every-woman who arrives solo to weddings, knows not what to give at a baby shower at age 50, and screens all of her calls, [...]
Sunday Confessional: hypocrisy and hygiene
09.18.05 –
Forgive me bloggers for I have sinned. Again.I posted a comment anonymously on a site I regularly visit because I just didn’t feel like dealing.This weekend, I also inadvertently left a manhole cover in place for 29 hours. Should toxic shock syndrome ultimately overtake me, I leave my blog to you, as these days the [...]
