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09.29.2012 § Leave a Comment
I’ve once texted a coworker asking her to tell another coworker that I had her “thongs” instead of her “things.” Confusing for all parties involved, I know.
But that was at least a conversation with someone who understands auto correct.
This time, auto correct failed me with my mom. I’m the blue bubble.
And it’s not like what I texted was so overly embarrassing. I just find it humorous that my mom obviously doesn’t understand that the “******” are used for when you try to correct something you mistyped. And I know this was for sure the case because, when I talked to her the next day, she said that she thought the asterisks were there to emphasize how nice the nude run was.
I guess now that I really think about it, should I be more worried that she wasn’t shocked by my text, and instead just started asking questions?
08.22.2012 § 2 Comments
I love me some RHONJ. Not as much as I did when Danielle Staub was still allowed to be on the show, but it’s still DVR worthy.
And seeing that my fall shows will be starting up again soon, I figured I needed to catch up on some of my summer recordings to make space.
So if you’re watching, you’ve for sure already seen this “beauty.”
If not, this is what you missed. I call it “Teresa’s Triple What?!” moment.
I’m not sure what confuses me more. That look? Or the person that said to her, “Oh look at you. You go gurl, you got this.”
Andy Cohen, it best not have been you.
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07.06.2012 § Leave a Comment
What’s better than having old coworkers that you adore and keep in constant touch with?
Having old coworkers that send you pictures like this from the local “antique store” around the corner from your old office.
SO many wonderful things going on in this picture … the focal point being the strong-jawed, dark-browed mannequin with a wig, musical-influenced sequined top with Raggedy Ann and Andy dolls strewn about. Oh. And ALL sitting in a wicker bassinet.
It is another hot day, though. Maybe I’ll go pick up that kiddy pool.
And probably the wig for good measure.
06.26.2012 § 5 Comments
At first glance, you may think my sister and I were following a 10-year-old down the escalator.
You’d be mistaken. This girl was at least 20.
She flew out of the Lego store and sped past us with her empty Venti Frapp cup, at which point I grabbed my sister and made “the eyes.” The eyes that say, what the heck is happening here?
Upon showing our mom this photo later in the day, her response was, “That backpack looks a little odd for a girl her age.”
Really? Just the backpack? Not the Alice in Wonderland getup?
If you’re old enough to be getting Venti anythings at the mall by yourself, you’re old enough to not be wearing that.
Wonder what Joan Rivers would have to say about this.