April 2012
13 posts
I moved.
I’m lifestyle blahggin’ over here now: Cole Street.
Come say hello.
This last week was cray. I got food poisoning from eating my own raw biscuit dough on Sunday and it lasted through Monday, I got two fillings on my lunch hour on Tuesday and I spent Wednesday and Thursday nights giving myself paper cuts and cursing the person who invented cheap binders. I even missed my book club — le sigh. With all this crap going on, I didn’t cook much and fell back...
I got a migraine to end all migraines yesterday and spent the night catching ten minutes of sleep between finding a position for my head that would make me feel a little less like I was dying. I’m talking a shivering, barfing, sweating, hallucinatory dream-inducing migraine. It was horrific. I even let Ted sleep on my pillow/head because purring sort of helps managed the throbbing pain. I...
After working up actual sweat compiling deposition exhibits, three paper cuts and a couple extra hours at the office (discovery is environmentally irresponsible and harmful to your health), I came home and was only greeted by one cat. I checked all of Max’s favorite nap spots — the back of the couch, his scratch lounge, the left bottom corner of the bed, our laundry stroller —...
I managed to not set the oven on fire this weekend, but I did get day drunk on sherbet punch at a bridal shower. I gave the bride, a vegetarian, Tender for her veg-friendly cookbook collection.
For Sunday breakfast, I made lemon-ricotta pancakes with bacon and sliced strawberries. I know nothing about coffee except that I prefer the expensive kinds. Lane usually brings home our weekly supply from...
I am enrolling in the Paralegal Studies program at SF State and they have all my information saved from my undergrad application. My email address in 2000 was apparently saryberrysc@aol.com. I was also a virgin and associate editor of the school newspaper, but they didn’t ask about that.
In which I spend five hours making breakfast and...
Sundays are the one day Lane and I both have off and we try our best to balance no-pants lounging time with getting out of the house and doing something time. We’ve spent the last few Sundays brunching, going to the movies and running errands, so I decided to make brunch at home so Lane could sleep until noon and I could stay in my PJs and read at least three sections of the Times in one...
