Archive for May, 2008

Departing CubeVille on the Evening Train

Thursday, May 29th, 2008

“If it weren’t for this budget crisis, we’d love to find somewhere permanent to stuff you and keep you.” She paused. “Not to make you sound like taxidermy.” Yes, tomorrow is my last day here in CubeVille and though I did mock the water club a wee bit, I’ve enjoyed my time here and am sorry to [...]

I Should Really Put a Demonstration on Youtube

Tuesday, May 27th, 2008

I never notice men when I’m in a relationship. I don’t know if my Hot Guy-ometer sputters to a halt or if I’m just oblivious in general, but when someone makes an appreciative comment (or an appreciative wolf whistle), I always have to look up and say “Where?” I might look straight up into the [...]

When Soup Becomes a Questionable Metaphor

Thursday, May 22nd, 2008

If you tell me something, I will believe you. I think it’s good to take folks at their word, it breeds a general faith in humanity - and helps you avoid turning into a bitter, withered crone who glowers at toddlers and hits puppies with her cane. But maybe I should stop assuming someone else is right at the expense of [...]

Hot Child in the City

Thursday, May 15th, 2008

My inbox is about to swallow my head (whole, minus any discreet chewing), so I wanted to issue a blanket statement to anyone who has commented: Thank you. Also: Y’all are FUNNY. Much funnier than the original posts. I sit in my chair snickering (maybe snorting, though you didn’t hear it from me) and it makes my day [...]

I Was Born a 53-Year-Old Schoolmarm in Support Hose

Friday, May 9th, 2008

Years in a relationship will really suppress the flirting instinct. Ha! I give myself way too much credit. I never had a flirting instinct. I’d rather be writing a large check to PG&E while sitting in a gynecologist’s waiting room than step into an elevator and discover there’s a cute guy already in there. So let me tell you [...]

Christened by the Countess

Thursday, May 8th, 2008

If you’re dithering over whether or not to buy that felt mustache you’ve been eyeing, I highly recommend whipping out the Mastercard. Villians, cads, and scoundrels.   I had a small, informal housewarming party last week. Small because if I put on a full-blown bash, guests would have to come in shifts. Informal because I invited my friends over [...]

Can I Really Expect You To Be As In Love With My Apartment As I Am?

Thursday, May 1st, 2008

Yes. Yes, I can. I’m shameless that way. If you want to see the full photo set, it’s here. Come visit. I’ll bake you a pie.