I’ve met my soul-plates

This dinnerware from Anthropologie was featured on Daily Candy this morning. And I can’t help but think how great it would look on my table. How fabulous it would be underneath a slice of frozen pizza or Trader Joe’s macaroni & cheese (I’m trying to make these scenarios realistic).

And now I must have them.

I’d also like to point out that Christmas is a mere three months away. (MOM – ARE YOU PAYING ATTENTION??)

Images from anthropologie.com.

“Nice boots! Jesus!”

This is what an elderly man said to me as I got on the bus today.

I’m not sure how to take it, 1) because the boots I’m wearing are not particularly remarkable, and 2) because the way he said it made it very unclear as to whether it was a compliment and he really loved my boots, or if he was actually disgusted by them.

I think the most likely explanation is that his reaction was the result of mild senility and/or Tourette’s Syndrome.

Is it the weekend yet?

Rockport, pt. 2

It’s places like this that make you wonder why you live where you do. Especially if you live in Detroit. Or Gary, Indiana. For example.

Relaxing, walking, eating and hanging out with family I don’t get to see very often – this trip to Rockport was just what I needed.

If any of you are planning an East Coast trip and want info on the area, hit me up! I have some great restaurant recommendations.

Have a little salt with your wound

When I stepped off the elevator into the lobby at work this morning, I was greeted by this sentence on one of those velcro sign boards:

WINTER IS COMING.

Now is that really necessary? How about we enjoy fall first?

As if I wasn’t already sad that I’m not on vacation anymore.

Whoever posted that might as well have just said DEATH IS COMING.

Which is actually slightly less depressing.

Shark bait

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You can’t really see them, but there are actually surfers out there this early in the morning.

Don’t they know that sharks are most likely to attack at dawn and dusk??

And this is great white country – the movie Jaws was filmed nearby!

Am I the only one around here with an intense irrational fear of sharks and/or mechanical fake sharks from the 1970s??

I think I know the answer to that one.

I pack like a Jerk

Tomorrow, I leave for a long weekend in one of my very favorite places.

Tonight, I pack.

Packing is the worst. (No wait, moving is the worst. But mostly because it involves a lot of packing.)

I always try to pack light and I NEVER succeed. It usually goes something like this:

“Here I go, on a quick weekend trip! It’s just a few days, I barely need to bring anything. Just these three outfits. I don’t need anything else. Except this red purse. And that’s the only other thing I need. Just these three outfits and this red purse… and that’s all I need. And this sequin dress. These three outfits, the red purse, my sequin dress, and that’s all I need. And these thigh-high hooker boots. So we’ve got the three outfits, hooker boots, red purse and sequin dress and I don’t need anything else! Except this pirate costume. But that’s it, I don’t need one other thing. That’s all I need. Wait, I need this too.”

If you’re someone who has seen the movie The Jerk, this may sound familiar. If you’re someone who hasn’t seen The Jerk, I’ve just given you something to do this weekend besides sitting around working on your “Home Sweet Home” cross stitch pattern or whatever it is you people do on weekends.

Image from anyfilmaday.blogspot.com.