And you thought it was bad THEN
How pregnancy is like ninth grade:
Forehead once again breaking out
Body doing new and unpredictable things, and therefore must be covered up with giant plaid shirts and combat boots
Can [and usually do] go from hysterical high-pitched giggles to fits of sobbing in a matter of seconds
Want to don headphones and block out entire universe with Smashing […]
Right. Leopard print.
This is the last thing that I, a pregnant lady, would want to think about wearing. Sorry to burst any bubbles.
P.S. Look, I can’t help it if the baby likes Cheezits, OK? I gotta do what I gotta do to stop the Macarena party in my uterus.
Portraits of Baltimore County
To the guy in the black Pontiac stopped on Walther Boulevard: It is really, really declassé to open your car door and do the technicolor yawn about six inches from my car. Not to mention nasty.
To the teller at the Towson Bank of America: Your loquaciousness and joie de vivre really brightened my day. I […]
Boxes desperately wanted
I feel like a science experiment: WOMAN CLONES HUMAN BEING — INSIDE HER ABDOMEN! Film at 11.
We need a what? Shit. Now that we’re homeowners, we apparently need a lawnmower [know where we can get the old-fashioned people-powered kind?], a rake, a hose, a shovel … oh, for Chrissakes, do I look like I’m made […]
Best Week Ever
Hey ya: Jeffy’s Tour de France A1 for the Merc was on newsdesigner today! Big props, Jeffro.
All bets are off: Doc says it might be a girl after all …
I love you, Mr. Title Agent Guy: Who knew settlement could be so much fun? [And now I’m a fuckin’ homeowner, so you better recognize!]
Bootylicious: […]
Vandals took the handles
Tomorrow’s the big day: we’re about to drop a shitload of money, and I sincerely hope it’s going to be worth it.
Here goes nothin’ …
This post brought to you by: Subterranean Homesick Blues from the album “Greatest Hits” by Bob Dylan.
When you’re bored and lonely, blog!
Tonight’s agenda: Blog, browse eBay, do some laundry, and if I’m really good, watch Walking and Talking and eat ice cream.
Random phrase my brain won’t let go of: “Dip the engine bloc in salt water to soften it.” No idea where it came from or what it means.
Redemption: So the bridesmaid’s dress I wore […]
For love or money
Ohmigod, I love eBay. Love it to little pieces, because today I made a profit. [Doin’ better than when I put in grueling 20-hour workweeks at A+F (don’t shoot me) and still managed to spend more on clothes there than I made in take-home pay. D’oh.]
I’m desperately casting around the house to see what […]
Freecycle Baltimore
Well, this sounds like a good idea. Via [indirectly] deliriouscool.
Drowning in estrogen
So I baked a loaf of banana bread with real bananas in it. Then I put in “Gone With The Wind,” all four hours of it. And I knitted.
In case you can’t tell, these girlie coping mechanisms mean that all the card-flinging testosterone has left, and I’m sad. Guess I’ll go read my La […]
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