SARS Earrings, originally uploaded by MaggieMason.
If only I could find a pair of earrings shaped like an infectious disease. I’d pay big money.
Famous among dozens
SARS Earrings, originally uploaded by MaggieMason.
If only I could find a pair of earrings shaped like an infectious disease. I’d pay big money.
Two things Alice said:
1. “Did you see Match Point? The weird thing about Woody Allen is that he’s been doing the same thing his whole life, and obviously has no desire to learn anything about any other profession. So he doesn’t research what he’s writing about. It’ll be a business situation and the characters will be like, ‘Do you business? I also business! I engage at business in an extremely businesslike manner.'”
2. (Reading from a magazine cover) Does He Like You on Top?
“You turn to the article and it’s a two-page spread that just says, ‘Yes.'”
, originally uploaded by MaggieMason.
Last night, a total stranger called me “aggressive.”
My lord, Maggie. Your boobs are enormous!, originally uploaded by MaggieMason.
Even when you still have 20 pounds of baby weight to lose, Heather always knows the best thing to say.
When you check out Google Maps and ask for directions between San Francisco and Amsterdam, Line 29 is key.
Bathroom graffito:
“…Be that as it may, with the political climate of today it is disheartening, and embarrassing, to call oneself an American.”
Overheard on the street:
“I’d say Thailand really has the best street food.”
My awesome cousin Matthew is the father of twin toddlers. Adorable, bitable, squishy twin toddlers that will run you into the ground with their cuteness. If I were him, I’d be napping and/or sobbing softly in my free time, but instead he maintains two very frequently updated blogs.
Anyway, he asked me to do a guest post about fatherhood for his group site, The Blogfathers, and I was all, “Um. Matt? You know I’m a girl, right?” Conversation ensued that cleared up years of misunderstandings and shadowy family secrets, but in the end he wanted me to post anyway. Go see.
Rats! I’m so bummed that I was taking a nap when Andrew sent out this genius prompt. My answer would have been:
“Before He Cheats,” by Carrie Underwood
We turned on VH1 to supply the proper background noise for the sleeping kiddo, and this video was on. I almost lunged at the TV to change the channel. I had just gotten the damn song out of my head after (I do not exaggerate) a four-day brain rotation. For three nights, I was waking up to go to the bathroom and humming this maddening song. I finally cleansed by singing “I Got Rhythm” over and over because it was the catchiest song I could remember. Now I’m betting on the “I Dream of Jeannie” theme song, but no luck so far.
What’s the last song you heard?
I’m totally doing this.
While reviewing pregnancy journal entries from last year, I find this…
Note from the first trimester: I can taste my teeth.