On writing something unlikely to infuriate mommy-bloggers

If WWPD is not enough of my ramblings, you can read more elsewhere. Whichever powers-that-be choose photos for such things happened to choose one of Tina Fey as Liz Lemon, meaning it looks like a picture of me, but a) I don't wear glasses, and b) my wedding dress looked nothing like that. (Neither did Liz Lemon's, as I recall - this was some other episode.)

The tag speaks for itself

Today, I dragged Jo to that coffee shop, because the brownies really are worth it. Then I see the sign for brownies, but no brownies! I see a man who's just ordered one - the last, no doubt - and tell Jo that we should probably just leave. But just in case, I ask the intimidatingly hip barista if they happen to have more, and lo and behold yes they do, and out comes the next batch of 'em. Oh lucky day! So we split the thing, and I'm really digging in. I notice that there's brownie all over my face, and as we're having a good laugh about this, Keanu Reeves walks in, dashing, perfect hair, and with entourage. That man (an actor I hadn't thought about since cutting his picture out of a magazine at age 10 or 11) has aged well.

Today in self-deprecation

After teaching the last class of the week, I was feeling a bit more wiped-out than usual, perhaps because of the two-week-long cold I'd taken with me to Montreal, or perhaps because I'm not 100% convinced I conveyed the difference between "que" and "qui" when used as relative pronouns. In any event, I hopped on the train to the only store where I ever shop, where this was nowhere to be found, nor this, but this did the trick - a better version of a dress I'd admired in a shop in Montreal, but that had cost about four times as much.

But it seemed that what I really needed was a snack, and after a bit of looking around SoHo, I ended up with a massive and massively messy chocolate chip cookie from here. It was only hours later, once I got home, that I realized just how much chocolate was all over my face. But as I was attempting to eat the cookie without crumbling any of it into the bag containing my new dress, I overheard a man ask the model whose hand he was holding as they walked down the street when her posters were going to go up.