The 90 to the 190 to the...THAT ONE. RIGHT THERE.

Muffin and I went on a last minute jaunt to Chicago this weekend to give a little kick in the pants to a friend who needed it. I ended up with an ass kicking of my own, in the form of a cold. Who gets a welcome-to-nice-weather sickness? Stupid people. Stupid people who are old enough to rent cars! BOOYA.
We didn't even die. And there weren't tolls. Everybody wins except the toll collector.
This tea tastes like a sandwich.
When we weren't resting, we were eating. And when we weren't eating, we were going to coffee shops. I ordered a red tea with pomegranate. I recommend not doing that. Something to try instead: Mojitea. Rumless, so there is no need to check IDs at the door of your Mojitea party. Mint tea, sparkling water, lime juice. Experiment with the ratio and let me know which is the most delicious. Could be 1:1:1. But that sounds like math, so I will be over here with the coloring books.

Ten Percent of Everything from Tokyo is Magic

I learned that at last night's show. Improv is educational!
I also found out, while sporting my Abraham Lincoln brooch, that I am not the only one who thinks he's a hottie. Yesssssss. This reminds me peripherally of the game we played at Old Chicago: Name As Many Past US Presidents As You Can Before Somebody [Probably Halsey] Says 'Ben Franklin'. We got pretty far.
Chocolate Chocolate Chip [On Your Shoulder]
Good for eating: an abandoned cookie. It's been in the refrigerator for at least two months. Which makes it viable for me and less offensive if somebody were to come looking for it. They'd have to say to, "Where's my @#$%ing cookie?!" and a minute later, "Hm. That was in there a long time. It probably wasn't even safe for me to eat."
I am a community servant.

Onwards and Upwards

I could throw up from relief. Now I don't have to wait for this card to grace my inbox.
I'm renewed for next year.
Ok.
Game on.

The Waiting Lame Or, When It's Sunny

Thanks for your support, Friends.
No new news about the school district's possible "reallocation of funds" that may result in my eventual breakdown and insurmountable credit card debt.
Obviously, I remain totally hopeful.

Cancel My Cards

There is a complex inverse relationship of shopping to impending doom.
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Radio Silence Over

Hi. I'm an in-law.
Carly got married last weekend, to the sounds of a string triptet (?) and Matt's relentless shutter.
So while Carly and Andrew sun themselves on the shores of Puerto Vallarta, I sit here on my exercise ball, reliving the "We Are Family" dance circle.
And the toast I made with only one tear.
And the arabesque my father took when he tripped over Carly's dress.
And the beautiful, elegant bride's calm smile.

Update: not triptet; trio.