Wednesday, March 26, 2008

Peep Wars

For the record, I had a very grown-up, nice Easter/birthday dinner party: cloth napkins, crab cocktails, coordinated place-settings with assigned seating -- not to mention an amazing spread of all the ham and funeral potatoes and orange rolls you could eat. We even participated in a Romanian Easter tradition and I read one of my favorite poems after dinner.

Unfortunately, none of this was captured on film. What was captured was this slightly less mature, somewhat degenerate, but, well, hilarious after-dinner activity:

Yes, those are pink chicks and blue bunnies flying through the air. As Jenn said afterwards, "I stopped for a moment to consider the cumulative educational level of everyone in the room, and had a good belly laugh." A memorable birthday for SO many reasons.

p.s. I can't resist adding that I also received a very grown-up birthday gift that I LOVE. After fourteen years of living on my own and chopping all my vegetables with a dull knife and a cutting board, I am now the proud owner of a brand new KitchenAid food processor! It's so dreamy. Peep salad, anyone?

Wednesday, March 19, 2008

I had a blog once.

I had a blog once. I posted to it three times -- sentimental, introspective, poetic posts. I never sent the address to anyone, and finally it dawned on me: I didn't want a blog. I wanted a journal.

Fast-forward a couple of years. I say to Margaret, "I have an idea. I'm thinking about starting a blog. There are just so many great people that I want to stay in touch with, and I just don't have time. I think blogging would be a great way to keep up with friends." Margaret says, "Yeah, that's kind of the point."

Oh. I get it.

So, um, hey guys! Here I am, I have a blog now, let's, like, link to each other and stuff. FYI, I don't have any cute kids and I don't work in Abu Dhabi, but I promise to have funny mishaps and make witty observations regularly.

So, until then ...