Weddings. According to Displaced Urbanite.

Weddings are...

The perfect excuse to get a bunch of people you don't really know to buy you a bunch of crap you don't really need.

My response to these shenanigans? No. Thanks.

One down, two to go

A brief follow up to my Q&A with the Magic 8 Ball®.

So, maybe I'm crazy, but I think there might be something to this Magic 8 Ball thing. It told me I was going to catch a big break soon and well...it was right! I just landed a huge freelance contract with a pretty cool company that's much closer to the fashion industry than the current 9-5 gig. I'd say that's a big break, no? And technically - technically - it's almost a new job, too. So maybe we can say we're 1 1/2 out of 3? Come on Magic 8 Ball, I'm counting on you to pull through on that San Diego thang. I know you can do it!

Mac 'n cheese

I've been having kind of crappy week, so when I went to pick up my lunch today, I really wanted to get a big tub of macaroni and cheese. You know, those Country Crock ones they market as side dishes? Yeah, side dish, my patutti. I'll eat the whole thing in one sitting, thanks.

But, since just a few weeks down the line, they'll be no place to hide, I decided to get the nasty Lean Cuisine version.


It's significantly smaller, much less creamy and sort of mysteriously grainy. But close enough, I guess, if I don't want to be mistaken for Shamu on the beach this summer.

But then, it reminded me of this unfortunate (but not blogged about until now) incident at the department holiday potluck this past Christmas.


I think I was more upset about the ruined homemade mac 'n cheese than about the broken crockpot.