Tuesday, February 19, 2002
Yesterday, I bought the When Harry Met Sally DVD. And I got carded. Apparently, it’s now considered a porno. I quickly checked the title again. Had I mistakenly grabbed “When Harry Snowballed Sally”? No… no.. it was Meg Ryan smiling out at me from the front cover, with bad 80’s hair and a gummy toothless […]
Monday, February 18, 2002
Today it is almost like spring. It’s forty degrees outside and the world is my oyster, baby. I really have cabin fever, let me tell you. I keep going shopping. That’s a sure sign right there. Shopping for house wares. I have the urge to do so today. I have myself convinced that my life […]
Sunday, February 17, 2002
You are making dinner. Your husband will be home soon and you are making a sirloin roast. Your husband has mentioned that he feels that roasts are hit or miss, so you want to really sway him to the Pro-Roast camp. You decide to use a red wine & garlic sauce recipe but you have […]
Saturday, February 16, 2002
Setting: Friday night driving home from dinner Esteban: Do you want to go to Home Depot and look at light fixtures for the kitchen Weetabix: NO! Esteban: What? Weetabix: That’s so lame! Esteban: Why? Weetabix: Going to Home Depot at 8 o’clock on a Friday night to look at light fixtures. Esteban: How old are […]
Thursday, February 14, 2002
Russell Crowe: Hey there Weetabix. I heard that your bloke Esteban is leaving you all alone on Valentine’s Day to work on his project. How about I take you out, Gladiator-style? Weetabix: Oh my! Russell Crowe! Wow. This is really something. Russell Crowe: Isn’t it though? Aren’t I sexy? Weetabix: Um, well, I can’t really […]
Thursday, February 14, 2002
Russell Crowe: Hey there Weetabix. I heard that your bloke Esteban is leaving you all alone on Valentine’s Day to work on his project. How about I take you out, Gladiator-style? Weetabix: Oh my! Russell Crowe! Wow. This is really something. Russell Crowe: Isn’t it though? Aren’t I sexy? Weetabix: Um, well, I can’t really […]
Wednesday, February 13, 2002
So for the last week, Starbucks Guy was missing in action. Every morning, I’d go through to get my Venti Caffe Mocha with a shot of Vanilla syrup and would be met by Surly Girl or Viggo. No cute perky Starbucks Guy. (sniff) Bereft and confused, I cried on Chauffi’s shoulder via email. He suggested […]
Tuesday, February 12, 2002
I got to hang out with my three-year-old niece Abby last night. There is nothing better than having a child zerbert your stomach to put things into perspective. We had an imaginary conversation as Shaggy and Scoobie Doo. My incredible ‘Ruh Roh’ interpretation was lost on her, but it was a moment nonetheless. When you […]
Monday, February 11, 2002
Yesterday, I dropped a gallon of skim milk in our driveway. I had rested it upon the roof of my car and it slid off. It did not spill. It exploded. It was like a lactose bomb. There were these little round depressions in the side which are apparently milk escape portals, as they blew […]
Saturday, February 9, 2002
Oh my goodness what a strange 24 hours it has been. Yesterday, the lovely Carissa rung up my work line with an intense craving for Olive Garden, which she had been boycotting because they no longer accept checks. Apparently, the need for Chicken Scampi overwhelmed her sense of finance outrage and she succumbed. Thus, the […]
