A bunch of you are new followers so I want to warn you about what you’ve just stumbled upon. I reblog photos of awesome living rooms and people who make my happy. I complain 3 times a week and post one photo of me/me as a child/me with a frand and then I will post about positivity. The Office/Parks and Rec quotes are very welcome here. Love talking about work/careers/publishing/education so let me know if you have any burning issues you’d like me to ramble on about. Am I rambling?
Also, I will call you guys my frandz because I like the people who like this blog. I hope you stay because it’s more fun when I can share my thoughts with more people. I’m always open for any questions or comments.
Also also, this morning as I was climbing out of the car with my starbucks I stabbed myself in the ankle with my studded/spiked flats. I’m bleeding.
I think I’ve settled the internal debate on whether or not I will purchase more when things are on sale. I thought I was above these cheap tactics. As a daughter of an advertising maven. I thought I would be able to see the strategy and mock it from a distance.
According to J. Crew, I’m $192.37 not above the marketing tactics.
(But seriously go shop their final sale; I got a sweater I’ve been eyeing for $17 and the elusive ruched one piece for $44. Ryan is getting a new pair of Sperry’s and a couple of his favorite shirts.)
Can I just hang out with Ryan all day? Can someone pay me to do that? Can I pay me to do that?
There is a couple who is giving away a restaurant in Santa Barbara and I would totally apply but there are already some NYC hotshots who applied and I don’t know the first thing about a restaurant. Other than that it could be really fun. And hard, but mostly fun.
Ryan and I need to work together. Our strengths are totally aligned and we work so insanely well together. This is not a newlywed talking about how she would like to hang out with her husband and cuddle all day and watch Netflix (although if someone would like to pay us to do that, I am okay with that, too) but what I’m really talking about is working—really, hard work—that we can navigate together.
I’m mulling some things around (and have some options) but what say you?
Friday: took Mel to the emergency vet at 10:00 pm. You know the rest of the story.$$$$$$ (He is fine for now; we need to retest in two weeks.)
Saturday: picked Mel up from the vet, and according to Herman, brought home a totally asshole foreign cat who he had definitely not been raised with and was definitely not his brother, so it was essential to hiss, growl and smack Mel for the next 48 hours. Ryan and I followed them around the house the entire time to make sure there were no casualties.
Sunday: We saw Draft Day in the super fancy theatre, where you sit in a recliner that goes allllllllll the way back and press buttons to make your peasants bring food and booze. It was all very good.
Sunday, later: started mindlessly eating a DELICIOUS sweet and wonderful watermelon (which I have a known mild allergy to—actually most fruits and vegetables) until the itching in and around my face area was unbareable and my throat started closing. This, I came to understand, is anaphylaxis and even though I had temporary laryngitis voice that was squaky and hilarious, it is not as funny today when I am still itchy and my chest is bumpy and feel like like I died and came back.