
[caption: OMG, it's Carrie Bradshaw's computer, Seinfeld's Puffy Shirt, and Mr. Rogers' sweater! Glorious artifacts from my 80s, 90s, and 00s TV experiences, all in one case!]
Bug: precocious. Give the child a few bites of brownie and if she decides that's not enough, she's off to the kitchen, stretching and waving and whining up at the brownie container on the shelf. Sheesh! Also though, a good traveler. Couldn't be more pleased.
Headaches: went away, but now returned. Pondering fall travel, very pregnant travel, to up North. Plane, train, automobile? Money, rental cars, and gasoline. It's all too much.
Trips: another this week, back to RDU, to celebrate an MSW graduation--go Sebs, woohoo!
IKEA: I'm all over the catalog.
Floors: freshly vacuumed.
Suitcase, bags: all unpacked.
TV: lots to see this week, but then soon all the good stuff will be over, no?
Miffed: Missed the Australia's Next Top Model Marathon on VH1 this past Sunday.
Dustin Diamond on CFC: like a traffic accident. A rude, loud-mouthed, un-self-aware traffic accident.
Amazing Race conflusion: eh.
Brain cells: fizzling.
Green: not so much?
Scale: lies.
Smooth Move of the Weekend: forgetting camera not only in DC, but also for Sunday family gathering. Nearly murdered by J.Lo.
Emails, blog posts/comments (by me): soon!
7 comments:
My scale at home lies, but that scale at Glen Meade is an even bigger liar. I'm closing my eyes from now on. No good can come from that kind of misleading information.
The scale at Glen Meade is evil and should be beaten in a field with a baseball bat. I tell myself to close my eyes and then I compulsively keep them open. I bet that scale will tell me I'm at least 4 pounds heavier tomorrow than I was today at home.
I'm jealous you were so close to Mr. Rogers' sweater.
(I'm a big fan, okay?)
I know! I thought of you.
Thanks, Pen.
Sorry for the comment abuse, but have you ever seen this:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a41lJIhW7fA
Butterfingers. Sorry, here's the hyperlink again:
Mr. Rogers goes to Washington
I'm sooo jealous that you saw Carrie's laptop! I haven't been to the Smithsonian in a few years, but it's impossible to see it all. I can't believe I missed the Mac!
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