Mister spotted the cover of the most recent issue of Southern Living magazine and he was a goner. “Can we make this today? Can we? Can we?” he asked. How could I deny those dimples? Answer: I…
Young Americans
This weekend I attended a reading of essays about coming to America. The writers of these essays were 10 and 11-year-olds who attend The Wise School in Los Angeles. Their works were part of an American History competition…
Dates on a Calendar
I have a little calendar hanging inside a kitchen cupboard. Each year I get a new one at an Italian deli. It’s a weird habit – getting these calendars. I’ve been looking at them for years now and…
Oscar! Oscar!
So yesterday morning brought us the Oscar nominees, including a pitiful mispronunciation of a cinematographer’s last name. (That, my friends, is why actors are best at announcing Oscar nominees – their jobs require them to know how to read aloud.)…
Unexpected Pleasures
A couple of days ago I shared a bit about this year’s WEXMAS party. But I neglected to share anything about the gift Mister and I brought home: Thou Spleeny Swag-Bellied Miscreant – Create Your Own Shakespearean Insults…
Under the Weather
I’m a bit under the weather. And it’s slightly depressing. But what can a gal do? Ride it out is the answer. Anyhoo, why do we say “under the weather” anyway? I mean, aren’t we all –…
WEXMAS XVI
This past weekend was WEXMAS XVI! What? Not clear on WEXMAS? WEXMAS is our friend Tiffany’s Armenian White Elephant Christmas Gift Exchange. It is one of the oddest and coolest parties ever and Mister and I…
On The Wagon
This month I’ve parked myself on the wagon. In other words, I’m abstaining from alcohol until February 1. That’s right. I won’t be drinking until Super Bowl Sunday. Which is also the day I’ll be chicken-winging. And…