So my running shoes have started squeaking every time I take a step, which really wouldn’t be that big of a deal except that they’re called The Green Silence.
Sheesh. Talk about adding significant insult to injury.
Thanksgiving traditions
Like every year, Dan Kellog, composer extraordinaire, has people over to enjoy his home theatre. This year’s feature: Star Wars: Episode 4. The original. The classic.
Because my boyfriend Mike arguably looks an awful lot like young Luke Skywalker, Dan suggested that he dress up for the event as Luke Skywalker.
Which of course evolves into the demand that I be Princess Leia.
And that is why I’m sitting at my kitchen table with my rather short hair in two pitiful pigtails, with two English muffins plastered to the sides of my head to pose as makeshift “buns.”
Augh. I think I have crumbs in my ears …
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Google goes fowl
Mike, my fabulous boyfriend, discovered today that you can make your own Google turkey!
Check it out here! In the meantime, here are Mike and my respective birds:
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Double take
I was very confused a minute ago when I saw a Whole Foods e-mail update advertising “Win our Thanksgiving panty faves!”
Odd.
Wait, on second reading, that says “pantry” … er, right.
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A plus B does not equal C
Fried eggs smell like farts, and farts smell bad. So why do I like the smell of fried eggs, when the smell of the latter sometimes makes me want to vomit?
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My sick boyfriend
Poor Mike is feeling crappy today, so I went over to his house to try to make him feel better.
I got him some Sprite and some Gatorade and some tea, and I was feeling pretty good about my caretaker skills.
Then I pulled on the power cord to unplug my computer and accidentally made the fan fall on his head.
Oops.