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You might be surprised to learn that I have some pretty weird friends. I’ll just pretend you all responded correctly. In case you’d like to play along at home, any of these responses will work: Gasp! What?! Not you!! For example, I have a friend that we affectionately call Creamed Corn. You need not know the reason [...] It's a gray day here. I just can't get this song out of my head. Will now go find distractions – STAT! ♫ http://blip.fm/~gqxx9 # Rocco: Paul is like my work wife. Me: REALLY? Rocco: Yeah, we eat dinner together and talk about our days. It’s nice, really. Justin: Correct me if I’m wrong, Elly, but your surprise was not at the work spouse analogy, but rather that Paul was the wife in that scenario. Me: EXACTLY. Rocco: Huh. Let me think about that [...] Me: I know you don’t like olives Thom, but these green ones are mind numbingly fantastic. If you were ever going to like olives, these would be the olives you would like. Rocco: If he was going to like olives, they would probably be in a martini. Me: He doesn’t drink martinis. He doesn’t like onions, either. Thom: If [...] Today I’m hosting my sad little Hoboken Thanksgiving for the handful of orphans I was able to round up. Rocco has yet again banished me from the kitchen. Sure I managed to ruin three cutting boards and break the lemon press, but we’re up three blisters and two new scars. By my math we’re ahead! Good thing [...] First things first – in case you didn’t hear, I’m not dying. Suck it, Cancer. WOOT! With the good news out of the way, I have to tell you just how miserable yesterday was. Apparently weeks of terror are hard on a body. I woke up this morning feeling like I’d drowned myself in a barrel of [...] Danielle: Pardon my apartment, the mouse situation is getting worse. Me: You should get a cat. Danielle: I have a system. Me: This I gotta hear. Danielle: I shove these plastic shopping bags under the doors so I can hear a rustle when they come out of hiding. Me: …and what do you do when you hear rustling? Danielle: [...] Maybe it’s just because my inner 13 year old is getting so much attention with all the New Moon talk (and because I’ve been listening to the audiobook all weekend), but I can’t stop thinking about the phrase “my entire life depends on it.” I don’t know how many times I squealed that as a tween. [...] How is it possible that I didn't get an invite to the New Moon premier in Hollywood? Clearly I should talk about my obsession MORE. # |
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