It took me all of one mimosa to convert into a brunch snob. There I was, the country mouse in the big city, a college girl venturing into the edgy,…
Month: <span>February 2011</span>
1. The rules are changing quickly around here. I know I’m supposed to be keeping up, but I swear just yesterday I learned that orange runny poop was a-ok for…
I’m convinced some angels are sitting around in halos and white gowns noshing on these buttermilk buckwheat pancakes. I imagine the angelic second course would be a luscious béchamel sauce…
She needs a haircut. Yesterday, we went about our business with Little Friend sporting a shaggy, fluffy, spastic, greasy do. The barette working its darndest to contain the jungle of…
At my toes, I’m measuring a temperature of 8 degrees. Slightly warmer around my cheeks–maybe 10. And don’t get me started on the wind chill. With the blustery breezes of…
I’m Two. That’s two fingers. Two hands. Two ears. Two eyes. Two is better than One. But not better than six. Six is A LOT better, especially when it’s minutes…