September 2009
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The windows of NYC
Me: Those people across the way seem to entertain a lot.
M: I know... why don't they invite us over?
Me: Probably because they've seen us naked.
I'm starving over here
I asked M to do a guest shot of our dinner since I left my camera at Rick’s. He is taking so long setting up the perfect picture, I’m about to pass out from hunger. I think he’s trying to show me up…stay tuned for the results.
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he thinks he's funny
Now, everytime I get dressed, M likes to say, “You’re going to wear that shirt?”
you never know
heyhope:
I understand. This American Life did an incredible piece on just this very thing. Go here and listen to Act 4: Pants Revelation.
Ha. Thanks. That was awesome. I love it when Ira asks her, “What was the original context of these pants?” in a dead serious voice.
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After 20 shirts have come out of the closet
me: What about this?
M: That's cute.
me: Are you just saying that so I will quit showing you shirts?
wow
I just found out M does not like any of my shirts I consider favorites. I feel like we’ve been living a lie.
(This really is freaking me out… I believed he liked my fashion sense.)
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Bruni's Farewell →
Complete with dining tips!
“I’m using my last column as The Times’s restaurant critic to correct lapses, attend to unfinished business, rummage through a cupboard of leftover advice and opine on an array of matters that didn’t come up often, or at all, in other articles.”
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