One more DC story.
A nice man asked me, “So, where do you teach now?”
“Minnesota,” I replied.
“Oh, Minnesota! That’s nice.”
“Mmhmm,” I continue.
“So, are you originally from Minnesota? Were you born in Canada?”
GOOD LORD.
Please tell me I don’t sound like a Canadian. I beg of you.
Hello.
Soooo, I was in DC over the long weekend, and I JUST HAVE to tell you about this great place we ate at in the Capitol Hill neighborhood.
But, first.
Remember this guy?
If you were/are a Top Chef fan, then you are well-acquainted with Spike.
Hi, Spike.
Spike is the creator/owner of Good Stuff Eatery, a burger joint with [...]
I miss you, internet friends.
I will be back soon, but for today?
A lemur - doing what lemurs do best - will serve as a replacement for my blogging.
Let’s call him Leroy.
Special shout-out to my DC iFriends ’cause I’m coming to you live from your very own town this weekend!
That sounded creepy.
Annnnyway. Thanks for the support re: the last entry. He’s out of the hospital as of yesterday and is taking it day by day. Which - honestly - is possibly the way we should all [...]
In this post, I will attempt to answer an age-old question:
Must one be a hottie to make it in this world?
Thank God someone is tackling this complex and relevant issue.
Right.
So, it’s African American Month and, at my school, pictures of successful individuals are plastered-and-glowing along the walls of the school.
Last Friday, as I scurried past [...]
So, we’ve all read the news about our country’s precious waterbaby, Michael Phelps, being busted smoking the gange. If you couldn’t quite get a visual, allow me:
My first reaction? Good for him! I’m sure he needs a little relaxation in his life.
If I remember ANYTHING from my days of following Michelle Kwan and hoping to [...]
I have a thing about expiration dates.
I bought yogurt last Saturday.
Today, I threw it out.
Why? Well, while giving breakfast the old college try this morning, the yogurt sort of… tasted funny. I can’t put my finger on what it was exactly.
Au revoir, mes Yoplait amis.
I blame this entire neurosis on my sweet Grandma Julie. She [...]