This is what happens when a dachshund dives into a pumpkin pie. Awesome.My two most prized possessions are handmade for me by people I love dearly. Every day I look at them and I am thankful. One is a two-sided, stuffed corduroy quilt my grandmother made for me for Christmas in 1993, the other is a 250-year-old two paned window my dad refurbished and made into a mirror and gave to me for my birthday in 1995. I would run into a burning building to save these two things. They remind me I'm loved.
The other night I made myself a dirty, dry martini and drank it while taking a bubble bath. It was even better than it sounds. Best idea EVER.
Getting married doesn't make you a “grown up”. Having kids doesn't make you a grown up; neither does owning your own home. Cooking your own Thanksgiving dinner for guests: grown up. Way to reach adulthood, Leslie.
Things I've grown to appreciate as I've gotten older: olives, tempaeh, The New Yorker, dominoes, well-tailored clothing, binoculars, good bourbon, NPR, punctuality, slippers (or shoes like them), Lowes.
If food coma is an American art form, I am DaVinci.
Since I was robbed I've cleaned out my car a few times. Thanksgiving Day I was putting something in my back seat and, looking down, found my camera. It was behind my passenger seat the whole time. Next to the stolen piggy bank. But it was never spotted by the jerks. Thank you Lord.
I talked to my dad for 18 minutes the other day. Normally an 18 minute conversation with someone isn't something to note, but if you consider that with my dad, conversations typically average about 58 seconds then with a complicated mathematical equation that I don't know or care about you will see that an 18 minute conversation with my dad is equal to talking to someone else for about 4.57 years. Straight.
Surefire cure when you are feeling down and out: The Best of Sam Cooke.
Pumpkin Pie: easiest thing to make. Ever. 2008: the year of the pies.
I desperately need to go home for Christmas and see my family. It's been too long and I feel like I've hurt them being away for so much time. And I just really want to sit out in the mud room with my dad, drink coffee and discuss something.
Song of the fall: “This is Not Your Year” by the Weepies.
Dear Middle School,
Is there any way you could give the right side of my face back? It really doesn't go with the whole adult theme the rest of my face is into. Pimples aren't yet retro, Middle School. If you could clear out by that big Christmas party, I'd appreciate it.
