Chip Off the Old Block
It’s pretty well documented here that I’m a lot like my mother. But lately I’ve realized I’m also turning into my dad and it’s starting to scare me.
Exhibit A: Kate and I cleaned our plates while brunching yesterday, and when the waitress came by to ask how everything was, I responded, “Ugh, it was awful. We hated it.” AND THEN I LAUGHED BECAUSE I CRACKED MYSELF UP.
Exhibit B: Someone stole my good pen from my desk at the office today and when I realized it, I said “Dagnabit Little Luke.” OUT LOUD.
Exhibit C: I was on the phone with my dad the other night while he was running errands, and he said he’d just bought the best thing ever. I interrupted him because I’d just bought my own best thing ever at the Container Store and I thought he should go get one too. When I told him, we realized we had bought the exact same thing. A LUGGAGE SCALE.
Pretty soon I’m going to start whistling Hall & Oates songs as I walk through the kitchen just to see if my mom will smack me and say “STOP WHISTLINGGGGG!”
Sin Bin: Client Entertaining Edition
I had a couple of drinks with a client after work and came home and pulled this stunt. Except mine sounded like this:
“I love my life! I love my boyfriend! I love the Real Housewives! I love my family! I love my apartment! I love my new media console! I love Otto pizza! I love prosecco! I love my job! I love central air conditioning! I love my friends! I love my manicure! I love arugula! I love my hair because it’s thick again! I love Target shipping emails!”
I now know definitively that Lindsay and I are soulmates. THIS was like reading my brain.
Just look at this sweet baby dancing.
(Song: Everybody by Ingrid Michaelson Choreography: Everly Veda Jordan)
Sin Bin: Bachelorette Edition
Happy Father’s Day to the man who taught me how to properly organize a desk drawer and how to dance on Saturday mornings while the pancakes are cooking. He taught me that made-up words make life a lot funnier and that the steering wheel and gear shift are really just a set of drums. Most importantly, he taught me what it means to love your family with all of your heart.
Thank you, Papa.
I know it’s toolbaggy to brag about seeing celebrities, but I’m having a ridiculous New York week. Just chatted about the weather with Kanye.
Born and raised in the South. Currently growing up in New York City.
My boyfriend and I live in a 300 square foot Sin Bin, my job is the Internet, and one day I hope to turn into my mother.
