I have so many things to share with you, that I don’t even know where to begin!
A couple of my friends had me over for dinner the other
night, and it’s been a while since I have seen them. A long while.
For dinner, Peter made (period food - "Well I was thinking about what they would have eaten in 1814...") dill carrots, baby baked/roasted potatoes,
green bean casserole, and filet mignons.
Everything was delicious – and they know how I love vegetables. Peter was saying how they stopped at roadside
stands on the Eastern shore. Brian said,
“Well, the QUEEN was coming!!” I thought
it was very funny. And true.
View from their balcony.
I love that condo. It’s a palace in the sky, above the peasants of the city folk. After the fireworks (where, btw, we got to see this WHOLE BEATIFUL SHOW . If you don’t have time to watch, just skip to 18:14... IRONY? I THINK NOT) we just took the elevator upstairs and settled in our pajamas.
Our dinner Star Spangled dinner table
Veronica: “Do you think Baltimore has calmed down yet?”
Brian: “Oh no, it’s a shit show. We’re up here eating two kinds of cake, drinking tea, and playing the game of Life, and they’re out there poppin’ each other and fist fighting.”
Pinkies up, ladies.
Or, down, as it were.
Some pictures from the Star Spangled Spectacular
View from my office:
Blue Angels show - viewed from the 20th floor:
I would like to introduce you to my Maple Whiskey with OJ and Bacon brunch beverage.
Malory
This kid who sits near me, bless his heart, calls me Malory
sometimes. As in, Malory Archer, from
the show Archer. This would be due to
my general cold-heartedness in daily human interactions, because, bless his
heart, he has to hear every encounter I have.
So when this girl (who somehow has all of the time in the world, every
day, to go around to several people and disclose all sorts of TMI no one asks
for) comes up to me and starts telling me all about her new boyfriend, I send the
boy an IM that said something like, “… did I even engage her in conversation?” He responded with, “…She’s standing right in
front of you.” And I said, “And?...” Then he called me Malory when she walked
away, and JUST as she left, one of my managers came up and asked me for a
notebook, or something to write on. I
asked him what kind of notebook he wanted, and he said, “eh, whatever makes it
look like I am feigning interest in whatever the person is talking about in
this meeting I’m about to go to.” LOL perfect timing.
THESE
ARE MY KIND OF PEOPLE. Bless his heart-
this kid is just a temp, so he doesn’t have to deal with us non-feeling folk
for much longer. But he did hit the nail on the head with calling me Malory. Not even sorry.
And this classic...
Scumbag Pandora
I pull out my headphones any time commercials come on my
Pandora, but I have recently realized that they have been playing a lot of
these commercials lately… WHAT GIVES,
PANDORA?? Rude stalker speaking-out-of-turn assholes. Just because I am of a
certain age, I don’t need the reminder.
And I certainly don’t want to end up like Jennifer Lopez in The Back-Up
Plan (2010).
Sarah McLachlan
If I’m not home enough, Smidgen and Cow will sometimes take
to Facebook to start singing “In The Arms Of The Angel” in hopes that Sarah McLachlan will come see how abused and neglected they are. They just want to be on TV. They are attention whores. I spend ONE WEEKEND AWAY and I’m getting
Grandcatmother guilt.
I just looked at the bottle of this pill that I take every day. I have complied with literally none of it. Oops. Pretty terrifying. Ah, whatever.
Look at these shoes. Look at them.
I would never EVER have an occasion to wear them, and they are $150, but just look at them. Lawd Jesus it's a fire.
IMPORTANT NEWS: DANIELA HAD HER BABY!
Actual quote from an e-mail I just received from Kate:
"You’re an asshole and an angel."
Seems accurate.
I'll be in Seattle soon. I'll tell you more about that later.
Laters, Babe.
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