I’ve just spent the last ten minutes standing outside my cubicle while a tiny mouse runs in and out. One of the managers chased it down and trapped it in a garbage can. This is basically my worst nightmare come true. I’m sorry, Boston, I’m afraid I can’t come live there now.
Boston, Continued
I didn’t mean to be all mysterious about Boston – because it’s been forefront in my mind for nearly a year now, it seemed obvious to me why we were moving. But, for those of you who do not spend 75% of your waking hours (and 50% of your sleeping ones) pondering my future, perhaps it was not quite so…
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Boston
A year ago last week, we were here: From Boston Next September, we will live there.
Things I’m Loving Today
I’m Your Man by Michael Buble:I have only listened to it forty or fifty times today. And yesterday. It is hard to keep from dancing at my desk when I listen to it. My recent lucky streak: A $15 gift card from Lisa A handmade fused glass necklace from Isabel Two hardbound books from Natasha The thought of Christmas: Have…
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Less than a Big Mac Meal
This weekend shall be known from here on out as the weekend of the $1.99 skirt. It started innocently enough, when Bart went out to D.C. for an interview. But then, he made the novice mistake of extending his trip by a day and a half to visit a high school friend who lives outside of D.C. Leaving me alone…
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