I now know what the next step in this mourning process is: laying in bed alone getting drunk on cheap white zinfandel.
Yum!
I now know what the next step in this mourning process is: laying in bed alone getting drunk on cheap white zinfandel.
Yum!
Yesterday, the little hole-in-the-wall deli/sandwich spot in my office building was closed, an unusual occurrence. Mrs. Kim is always there early in the morning — you can even get a good breakfast there. I was [more...]
And now that Mac has joined the fray, I’m off! If you see a silver Prius winging its way down I-66, I-81, I-75, or route 57 in Illinois, wave — I’m in it, bored to death.
See ya Monday!
I hate saying goodbye. Leaving family and friends behind in DC, sending my cats off to live with a new family… and now, selling Kate. Kate is my Prius. My second generation Prius, to be precise. (I had a first [more...]
thank you so much. now, i don’t have to feel bad about laying in bed and drinking entire bottles of wine. I can proudly say, “I’m not an alcoholic. I’m in Step 3 of Mourning.”
So, what step is Out-of-Control Shoe-Buying???
Hmm. That’s the second time in as many days that you’ve mentioned buying shoes.
Do you have some kind of, well, shoe fetish? Or should I be ashamed of my predilection for buying $19 sneakers at Payless?