Monthly Archives: February 2012

A Fashion Crime

It’s very important that we discuss this. Very important. It’s bad enough that I had to see a full-grown woman walk through the Atlanta airport in giraffe-print slacks (Also, how horrible is the word slacks? It’s really right up there with moist and ooze) and a full-grown woman in flannel…

Journey 2: The Mysterious Nipples

Sometime this afternoon, after I had shoved an amazing bagel down my gullet, I found myself in the back of my brother’s van, headed to the movies with my three lovely little nieces. I had no idea what we were seeing, although I was pretty convinced it wasn’t My Week…

At Least I Don’t Smell Like Shawarma. Or Something.

This static electricity problem has become A SITUATION. What I wanted to blame on Toronto, and then on Ottawa and now on Atlanta, I can’t really, as it seems to be a ME problem. I seriously look like I have been on 3-2-1 Contact and was involved in some experiment….