Despite the fact that I rarely drink hard alcohol, I still want these.
“Work is the curse of the drinking class.”
That Oscar Wilde, so witty.
Busting out bad joints all over the place
Despite the fact that I rarely drink hard alcohol, I still want these.
“Work is the curse of the drinking class.”
That Oscar Wilde, so witty.
Check out Ann Brashares house, profiled in the NY Times.
How cute is this? And I hope that the sweater class that I’ve just signed up for does not result in my own version of the “Frankensweater.”
I feel like a girl! After being so busy over the last little while, so much so that I can barely remember what it’s like not to be so busy I can’t hear myself think, we’re leaving in less than 24 hours for our trip to Cuba.
So, yesterday I had my eyebrows waxed, got my toenails painted, bought some travel-sized Dermalogica products (so expensive, so worth it), and am about to start packing. But the best news of all? My lovely and sneaky RRHB bought me a digital camera! Now, in the New Year, My Tragic Right Hip will be fresh and improved with colour photographs…
And he surprised me, which is very, very hard to do.
Awww.
Now, I’m not even taking my crackberry to Cuba with me, so there will be no blogging from the holiday. Expect great long, tome-like posts upon my return. Safe travels everyone and happy holidays. We’ll be back on the 30th.
I was going to go to this party for Heather O’Neill’s novel but got sidetracked by the whole Ed Norton thing. However, I’m pleased as punch with the link over here from the Torontoist, how cool is that?
Love this new blog by Julie Wilson (links via Bookninja & Quill and Quire).
Makes me wish that I took the TTC more often so I could take a peak at what page people were on…