Working. Sort of.
Wyatt sends the cutest gifts.
Tonight Rick and I did something we’ve wanted to do for years. The cafe at Fairway grocery turns into a steakhouse at night. It sounds too weird to be true, which made me suspect it might be really good. (I eat there for lunch often and it’s great, though the service is wacky.) It was decent—and very “off the beaten path New York.” Good enough that I’d try it again.
Happy Birthday Rick! Apologies for the bizarre venue.
Does this even count as mixing patterns? At this point I feel like leopard is a neutral.
Text REDCROSS to 90999 to donate $10.
OK! Now do it! I did. But I need to donate more.
…regarding the Oklahoma tornadoes. My immediate family are ok. My parents were at my dad’s chemo appointment and they evacuated all the patients to the central hallway. My best friend’s cousin lives in Moore and they lost their house and two cars. No loss of life thankfully.
I have a feeling it’s going to be a bumpy season.
This is a picture taken this afternoon by one of our neighbors. Our house is the one with the black car in the driveway. We were all at the mall except for my oldest daughter who was at home alone. Freaking out by the way. Everything turned out fine for us, although it did some damage a little northeast of here. We are praying for those families!!
My best friend’s house. This is terrifying.
Dinner: Beef Stroganoff
I’ve been craving it for months. The man finally delivered.
Catherine Rayner (UK) - Bernard’s Ears Paintings: Watercolors
Cause there hasn’t been a freaky bunny around here in a long time. Love it.
New hobby since my family moved back to Oklahoma and have no storm cellar. Radar watching!
M bought the new Deerhunter and it is causing such conflicting emotions in me. Some songs I LOVE. Others make me feel like I want to kill a man with my bare hands. How is this possible?
I did an intense cleaning of the bedroom today. It feels great, but the reason behind it sucks. Our landlady is putting the brownstone on the market, and they are coming to take interior shots next week. We have a year left on our lease and I think her asking price is way high, so I’m trying to be calm. But walking up the stoop every day past a “for sale” sign is going to give me low level anxiety.
M accidentally bought baby Budweiser. Pretty cute, but what’s the point?