HELLO!

I missed you so!

Remember me?

I don't either!

If you told me five years ago (heck, two years ago) that I'd be up to my elbows making sweetpotato/broccoli/beet/pear puree for my son instead of ordering another round at a local happy hour, I'd assume you were either crazy or talking to the person next to me.

But lo and behold, this is what I do now. Isn't that interesting? I wish I had more time to tell you about all the interesting things! The hiccup in the XYZ firewall has allowed me to tell you this latest interesting thing. Let's hope the hiccup lasts awhile.

Love,
Anne

Interesting

Last night on my return home from a nice evening out on the town, I stopped into my local Korean deli for a little crap that I thought I needed. Paying for some items at the front was the tallest, blackest, buffest, tricked out and workin' it in a teeny tiny mini, totally awesome male to female trans I'd ever seen in my neighborhood, let alone anywhere.

As I made my way through the refrigerated aisle to the cashier with my Mike's Hard Lemonade (Why? I don't know, just something I thought I needed) I caught the eye of a very unremarkable woman who lives in my building, mid-40's, who had just cut away from disapproving up/down glances at the above-mentioned girl. She said to me with disgust, "Interesting..."

"Indeed!" said I.

This is NYC. It's supposed to be interesting. Why are you living in this town if you don't like interesting? Get thy ass to Schaumburg, Illinois, Ms. Unremarkable.