The day after my mother regaled me with the tale of her stern lecture to my brother about the necessity of getting a swine flu vaccine, I came down with some sort of virus myself. The body aches, fever, headache, sore throat, and incessant upper chest congestion made me wonder - did I have swine flu ( Read more... )

Yes, after my very long post on the The Sketchy Guy and the local pet store, I feel the need to update my loyal readers to my most recent experiences. Such as: the prices, which used to fluctuate wildly from week to week, have remained steady and included sales tax for some time ( Read more... )

"Well," I explained to Michelle, the chambers administrator, "I'm trying to buy a house, plan a wedding, move across the country, finish my job, start a new job, possibly buy a dog, move in with my fiance, and...and...I guess that's all ( Read more... )

All day my nail polish was just crying out to be picked, but I had to be responsible and properly attired for a day among lawyer types. But ah, the satisfaction of finally coming home and knowing that nobody will see my fingernails until Monday morning, unless I deign to leave my apartment before then!

It ain't pretty, but whatever.

Things I saw on Connecticut Ave at 4:30 Wednesday morning ( Read more... )

Always have a spare battery for your smoke alarm on hand. Always.

Eric came out last weekend, and we had an AMAZING weekend exploring Baltimore's inner harbor the Maryland suburbs. But then he left, and I realized that my apartment was trashed, I had no groceries, and the Fearless Guinea Pig was crotchety and anti-social from lack of attention. Plus, I was exhausted. So I dragged through the rainy, yucky week, ( Read more... )

The first time I told Eric about "the Sketchy Guy," he thought I was exaggerating. The Sketchy Guy is a phenomenon not easily understood by Midwesterners used to suburban living; we live far apart, we don't interact with strangers, and our shops are populated by an ever-changing host of high school and college aged youngsters who would prefer that ( Read more... )

I can't believe it's almost June. Not that long ago, I was saying goodbye and worrying about whether I would ever come back to Minneapolis, or whether I would be inundated with job offers from strange and exotic locales. Not that long ago, the Fearless Guinea Pig was eating a spider in my grandmother's basement while my whole apartment sat in a U- ( Read more... )

I have no idea what to write, so I'm taking a cue from others and just writing some lists ( Read more... )