Fail Day
I propose that we all get together with friends (or one friend, whatever) and tell each other every way that we’ve failed this week (or month, year, lifetime). Literally, I want to have a “Fail Day.”
I propose that we all get together with friends (or one friend, whatever) and tell each other every way that we’ve failed this week (or month, year, lifetime). Literally, I want to have a “Fail Day.”
A bloody mary in the morning is perfectly acceptable. A mimosa is considered elegant. But order a double whiskey before 9am, and there’s an intervention-worthy scandal brewing. Who makes these rules? Not that I’m contemplating drinking at 9:22am. No… that happened much earlier.
If you have ever been single for a significant length of time (years, decades), more than likely you’ve set up some solitary patterns for the way you live your life. Yes, you may have friends who you incorporate into these patterns (activities, travel destinations, etc), but for the most part, you have been working out
I know I mentioned that the boy has inspired warm and fuzzy feelings, but I will not be doing this: http://www.ibtimes.com/face-tattoo-first-date-lesya-toumaniantz-russia-inks-ruslan-within-24-hours-meeting-photos-1062992 Sorry. I know. I really should learn to open up more.
Saw this on Facebook, and I couldn’t resist sharing. It’s a good reminder– particularly today as I struggle to get some long overdue things finished.
I’m picturing you kicking back at your desk right now. The after lunch “God, this afternoon will never end” blahs are starting to hit you dovetailing nicely with the “I ate too much at lunch” fatigue. You thought about getting back to work, but decided to take a slight detour from being very nearly productive
Each time I see this commercial, I wonder how Toyota became so tapped into my life.
There are a couple of things that thrill me about this photo of 11 year old me. Let’s start with the obvious: I look very tall here. It was probably the last time I felt tall around anyone. Sure, it might be because I’m dancing with a child who might have been five, but in