September 2009
13 posts
Legit, I'm suddenly old.
I have entire conversations about the weather, past and future. With myself.
I’m considering a daily regimen of aspirin.
I look over my glasses at people… instead of just looking down my nose at them.
I use a Nettie pot. [If you don’t know what this is just stop reading.]
If I don’t have a cardigan with me it’s because someone stole it. And whoever it is WILL PAY...
Let's see if John Stamos can make Dick van Dyke... →
I’m 98 percent thrilled to see Bye Bye Birdie return to Broadway, but I’m 2 percent scared shitless that John Stamos might choke on anything that isn’t a jingle duet with Dave Coulier.
Sincerely,
Sally B.
Texting with The Baby: Episode 27: I Love Her Most...
The baby: "All I want in life is to afford Marc Jacobs and Tory Burch. Is that so much to ask?!"
Me: "All I want in life is to be a size zero and grow 4 inches. It can't be that hard!"
The baby: "Not at all. Just don't eat until you're about to pass out, then eat a cheese cube."
Me: "Thanks. I'm effing allergic to cheese now!"
The baby: "You have no reason to live."
WatchCould. Not. Love it. More.
Sincerely,
Sally B.
I love fall.
brown liquor*
sweaters
pretty leaves
pumpkins/ gourds/ corn husks/ mums/ various other seasonal decoratives that everyone in the South displays because we seem to think the native Americans valued them and yet are incredibly hideous but I still love them and have them all over this house
college football
chili*
seasonal Starbucks flavors like Pumpkin Spice*
Thanksgiving dinner
orange/...
“There are two things I know really well … and the other is vodka.”
– Me.
Happy friggin Friday, folks.
Sincerely,
Sally B.
Goooooooo team!
Me: Hi there. Could you just head on over to Bryant Park and give a little nod to Marc for me? Maybe a little "love ya" tap on the ass for FW support? Thankssomuchbye.
B: Tried. Was denied. Just as I went in for the tap, a horde of model-like body guards pounced on me. I scrapped and kicked my way out of the brawl that ensued, but it was intense. I tried to show my Marc purse as identification, but utter fail. One bitch called me fat. The end.
