It’s past 9 PM, the “A” key on my netbook is acting up, my cuticles have decided that Now Is The Time To Declare War and I’m not even able to conjure a fraction of the effort required to think in a straight line.
Potpourri!, how we’ve missed you so.
I realize that I had Monday off. But am I the only one who feels like this is just the longest week ever?
I’ve been sleeping like a rock, running like I just had four days off (oh wait…I did), and cooking up a storm.
But in all seriousness, today was long to the point where it was painful.
I did not love that.
I did love that The Pink Pelican (purveyors of my Engagement Party/Rehearsal Dinner dress and Wedding Reception dress) sent me a copy of the most recent Lilly Pulitzer catalog.
I mean, if 40 pages of brightly-patterned frocks don’t raise your spirits, I don’t know what can, honestly.
In the meantime, Marcus has kindly informed me that we now have four hours of DVR action to watch. The downward spiral starts here.
Capturing the spirit of some bandits actioning a hold-up, I ended up forking over $6.90 in fines to the Hennepin County Library.
Some people like to think of it as “charity.” I like to think of it as I Wasn’t Really Planning On Stealing Them But Thanks Anyway.
I’d like to say that my out-of-control behavior on the reading materials-front ends there. But I still haven’t even been able to THINK about picking up the February issues of ELLE and Vogue.
Reassuringly or not, I already have the March issues of…Everything.
I take it all back. The DVR isn’t the downward spiral, my piles of magazines are.
I absolutely can’t get over the arrangement that Kate Middleton wore to the Lifeboat launch today. I can’t be the only person who feels like The Royal Wedding and a lifetime of public appearances to follow is basically the equivalent of the Sloaney/Preppy fashion gods promising that manna will fall from the sky.
Give thanks, kittens.
And I’m obsessing a little bit over the New York Times Magazine piece on Heather Armstrong AKA Dooce. The way I see her, she’s not so much of an idol as that cool aunt who is almost young enough to be your cousin. But ohmigod, she does it so well.
Speaking of The New York Times, can I just take a moment to say how thankful I am that they kept Mark Bittman on as an opinion columnist? When he announced that The Minimalist was ending, my heart just about broke.
We are saved.
Longest Week Ever: True or False?