Public Service Announcement: Never take love advice. Ever.

If you’re a regular reader of this blog, you know of the Adventures of Friend Boy.  If you’ve never read this blog before, let me sum it up for you so you don’t get confused.  There’s a guy that I like and, as though I’m in seventh grade instead of a 38-year-old woman who should know something about something, I don’t know if he likes me back.  My age has progressed past the “Do you like me? Check yes or no” note passed in study hall, but my emotional life is stunted and I remain trapped somewhere between a John Hughes flick and Basic Instinct.  Take that exactly as it sounds.  I sensed some kind of interest from Friend Boy but I don’t know how to act, whether to jump his bones or not talk to him.  Suffice it to say, there’s a fair amount of internal struggle involved, and I’ve never asked anyone for their take on the situation.

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No beans in this oven

<div xmlns:cc="http://creativecommons.org/ns#" about="http://www.flickr.com/photos/alvarez-tostado/363243449/?addedcomment=1"><a rel="cc:attributionURL" href=While riding the subway one day, a woman got into the car carrying a 176-count box of Pampers.  According to the carton, it was their largest “everday” size.  Apparently there exists another, larger “special occasion” box for some sad mother to lug through a retail outlet, then wedge into a car or maneuver onto a public conveyance.  The idea that more than 176 diapers can be purchased at once, and contemplating a baby-pooping situation involving the rapid consumption of said diapers almost sent me into shock.

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Bah, humbug!

I feel a little homeless during the holidays, fighting competing urges to be super-festive and to seclude myself at an ashram in India until the Rockefeller Center tree has been taken down. You’ll note that there’s no happy medium between these options. Such is my life.

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