“Nature has no mercy at all. Nature says I’m going to snow. If you have on a bikini and no snowshoes, that’s tough. I am going to snow anyway.”
– Maya Angelou
Last time this week is was 70 degrees, bright and clear. Glancing outside my office window right now it’s snowing. Blech.
As always, TGIF! I’ve been doing some intensive training for my replacement this week, which has been rough, but on the other hand J. and I went to a lovely dinner party on Tuesday, we have friends coming over tomorrow evening, and I’m making progress on several of my innumerable projects. Random Spring snowstorms notwithstanding, the winter blahs are behind me I think, and things are looking brighter and brighter. Here are your links, minions, and let me know what you’re up to this weekend:
I may dislike cooking intensely, but I can also make you a magnificent roasted tomato soup from scratch. Chalk another one up to Mum for insisting I avoid this fate.
Lord Byron might have bee “mad, bad, and dangerous to know,” but his physician is something more of a sad, ridiculous character.
Make the call, genius or a bit too much?
Seriously? Locally there’s a somewhat unfortunate tendency to treat proposals as if you’re asking someone to prom. J. was the subject of some scolding from female friends when of our proposal they demanded, “How did you do it?!” and his response was, “I asked her and she said yes.” I have no complaints, note.
The cost of libraries. Worth it.
Fear that your social media presence will die with you? Fear no more, there’s an app for that.
Alas, poor Easter Egg Roll! Fun fact, I participated as a young child when my father was working in DC and still have a wooden egg signed by the then president squirreled away somewhere.
I first learned about Mike the Headless Chicken in a Psychology class in high school. To this day I remained fascinated, and vaguely appalled.
As if watching Mad Men, excellent as it is, doesn’t make you glad enough these days are behind us, here’s what the folks of Sterling Cooper Draper Pryce might have thrown together for a successful campaign. Yikes.
Jeans and t-shirts, apparently, no one could have predicted!