My dad likes to scan and send old photos
Usually they are pretty cute but sometimes they are just sad.
Today, it was the latter:
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.
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Last week/yesterday I was NOT excited for this business trip to Hawaii because duh, I’m stressed out of my mind on the reg—without having to support another business line’s event—but now that I’m at the airport (up at 4:00 am, by the way) I’m pretty excited to head on over, have a great event around my favorite content, make some sales, and visit a (very pregnant) friend from college.
Oh, and put my toes in that warm, perfect sand.
Hi! Are you looking for a job? Or, do you casually peruse angelist or monster when tasked with something particularly menial that makes the very depths of your soul cry out in despair for a better life? Or, do you just like to be nosy about where other people work?
If you answered yes to any of these questions, visit my company’s website. They posted 900,000 new jobs for positions all over the country/world today and I would love to reccommend some competent millenials so you can start paying back your student loans. Let me know if you apply—I’m happy to review cover letters/resumes and reccommend you if I htink you’d be a good fit.
Happy Monday, everyone! Go forth and apply.
What’s that, you say?
You new people never saw me plaster our engagment photos all over the internet?
Monday/no work thoughts
When an Ina Garten recipe calls for “chicken stock, preferably homemade”, I just imagine her judging me for the rest of the recipe after I use my can of bouillon from the fridge. You know the judging Ina face (Erich, help me out here…). I feel uneasy, even when the recipe comes out delicious. I’m sorry, Ina, for I have sinned. It has been three months since my last homemade stock. I will pray over your latest cookbook as repentance.
House of Cards, guys. HOUSE OF FUCKING CARDS. If you didn’t use your three day weekend to binge watch the series, I don’t know if I can be friends. Well, we can… if you pull an all-nighter to catch up. Tonight. Ugh CLAIREFRANKREMYTUSKFENG.
I’m not sure if I’m playing Duolingo to learn a language or to meet my daily points goals so the owl I dressed in a smoking suit will tell me I’ve advanced to the next level. Not really sure if I care either way. Est bonne?
I finished “Me Before You” and wasn’t as invested in the characters as you guys. I’m just as surprised as you are, because give me a story set in the fucking idyllic English countryside and I’m usually sold. I mean, I was very sad, mostly, throughout but I think I’m still raw from a one-two punch from “A Constellation of Vital…” and “11.22.63” and can’t really grip on to anything that feels less weighty.
My pot pies were delicious. No one talks about me on GOMI. I haven’t been sleeping well. These aren’t related, but I thought all were important enough to share.