Month: August 2015

My Husband’s Extensive Wardrobe

shirtsMy husband has been wearing the shirt on the left nonstop since about 2007. Today he came home with the one on the right after I suggested he might want to get a new shirt. Hmmm.

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Jail is the Slightly Better Option

When kids are teething sometimes you spend the morning imagining your neighbors calling social services to report someone axe murdering children upstairs, then thinking of ways to explain that you just had to take your son off the boob for 68 seconds to change his diaper and they weren’t actually getting axe murdered it just sounded like it I promise, see look he’s on my boob right now, he’s been here perfectly happy for the past 4 hours minus 68 seconds, do you like kids? Do you want to hold him? Where are you going?

Bedford Avenue

It’s never boring when you sit outside the juice place on Bedford Avenue in Williamsburg for 10 minutes and listen to bits of people’s conversations as they walk by-
-“Some weeks I’m trying to live off $5, then the next week I’ll have like $3000.”
-Flamboyant man to eccentric old lady- “Giiiirl, you look better than Joan Rivers.”
-“Ear thermometers don’t work, it has to be rectal.”
-Someone speaking really fast in Spanish until they got to the word “wine bar.” That was in English.
-“Is this the place on Sex and the City?”
-2 different people to me- “Awwww, I love babies!”
-There’s also a guy at a desk on the other side of the sidewalk typing on a typewriter with a sign that says, “Give me a subject. I’ll give you a poem.” There’s a line.