Monthly Archives: March 2012

The Junk Drawer

The top drawer of my nightstand holds all the small things—pens, old ipods, Tic Tac containers, buttons, keys, old glasses, school supplies, TUMS. Because we only have four drawers in our kitchen (seriously. FOUR), it’s what one might refer to as a junk drawer. Me: Josh, what what what? Josh: Mama,…

Better Than

I have done this before. And I regularly overload my twitter stream with them. But this guy over here reminded me of how much I loved doing this post the first time. So, we are lather, rinse, repeating today.  Megan Draper > Betty Draper Betty Draper’s wardrobe > Megan Draper’s wardrobe…

Love You More Than Whipped Cream.

Sometimes I wonder about delivery. Not, say Chinese food delivery because of that I do not need to wonder. Mmmmmmm. Delivery, as in, the way you intent for something to come across versus the way it actually comes across in real life. Take, for example, a recent conversation. Me: You…

About Tweets Falling in the Forest. Or Something.

I’m pretty sure I’m doing Twitter wrong. Much like the ever-so philosophical question about trees falling in the forest and no one being around to hear it…one could ask If you tweet and no one responds to it… …was it even awesome at all? I think about this a lot….

My Secret Superpower

My sense of smell these days, you guys. I swear to god, if I didn’t absolutely/positively/without any possible room for doubt KNOW for sure that I wasn’t pregnant, you might be able to convince me that I was pregnant. (I am not.) But right now? Everything smells. The world is…

In An Interesting Turn of Events, Vizzini Narrates The Cosby Show.

I have a job that allows me to work almost exclusively from home. In fact, there’s no YMC office, unless you count Erica Ehm’s lovely wooden kitchen table. Barring any meetings I might have during the day or events I get to attend, where I choose to work is completely…

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