OK, maybe not 37, but check back today for more stupid little items as they occur to me today.
Hoo boy, am I glad to know that shizzle-nizzling is not a crime.
I am sore tempted to buy an Abbie the Cat mug. Then again, I should save my money for a new (ahem) massager. I’m getting […]

Here’s how I’ve been entertaining myself in meetings today: imagining an underwear catalog for bookish types. It would feature:

The Thong Goodbye
A Briefs History of Time
Angelheaded Hipsters
Silent G-String
Monster in a Boxer
Thong of Solomon
Thong of Myself
Thong Day’s Journey into Night
Bonfire of the Panties

And so forth. A cinematic spinoff might ensue:

The Pelican Briefs
Ryan’s Thong
Spinal Tap Pants
Manon of the […]

Considering how I have a mandatory 3-hour “feedback and coaching” training at work tomorry beginning at 9 a.m., I’m not exactly raring and ready to do the early-to-bed kind of thing just yet. It’s hard to stay on a normal, grown-up kind of sked when D.’s not around. These long-distance relationship dealies leave a lot […]

I’m sneaking out of work early (big whoop, half an hour) since my boss and her boss are in Paris for some big company shindig. If only my sole officemate would stop chatting about Wite-Out and other fascinating subjects. (Speaking of officemates . . . Eroica seems to have disappeared — she was supposedly going […]

I just opened up a Dove Promise that I’d squirreled away in my desk drawer months ago. The inside of the wrapper says, “Go easy on yourself.” Which pretty much sums up the past weekend, unless you consider eating, reading, and getting it on particularly strenuous. Thanks for the good thoughts, though, Dove.
I feel kinda […]