Mangiare, which is Italian for ‘to eat’. Brought to you by Alphabytes
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Mangiare, which is Italian for ‘to eat’. Brought to you by Alphabytes
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Other than horribly, shamefully behind. So allow me to knock off I, J, and K in one fell Alphabytes swoop.
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One reason I love Elle, is that when I clicked over to her word list because I’ve had one annoying neuron go ‘H is for Hubris’ all fucking day, there was ‘hubris’ on her Alphabytes word list. Nonetheless, that’s not what I’m writing on.
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G is for grandparents, a Alphabytes entry. Click below for more.
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Same as last year, cause the F-bomb is my favorite F word, though ‘furtive’ is a close second. Click below for more.
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Eager. Excitement. Ecstasy. All of these Alphabyte possibilities are me today. Because today I found a farmer’s market which reminds me of another E word- Evanston. Click below for food pr0n.
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Today’s entry is brought to you by the letter D, and Alphabytes.
There’s a very interesting thread going on a 3WA, started by Tyger. It’s quite the challenge: rather than the usual rough and tumble, enormous and wrangling Politics and Current Events thread, she’s encouraging us to be concise: what’s your political affiliation and what’s the single most important issue to you in the coming election. Of course, having now read everyone else’s answers, I like theirs better. But it’s inspired me to write D is for Doctrine, the Doctrine o Wench. I anticipate major ass flaming in the comments, so allow me to remind y’all, none of you are forced to read this. Don’t like it? Don’t read. Click below for more.
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COOKIE! Lord god no, no more Sesame Street. This Alphabytes entry is brought to you by Clueless. Because that’s what I am. Click below for more.
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Gimme a break, gimme a break, break me off a piece of that drained psyche! (Yes, it’s an alphabytes entry. 2 for 2! Madness!)
I need a break. The Lad needs a break. We are unlikely to take a vacation of the magnitude of SF/Napa for a long, long time, but we need something. Something more than 3.5 hours of respite while a teenager watches our child. I find myself idly surfing luxury hotel websites. $220 bucks for a bed for a night. Breakfast in bed. It’s not that I’m sleep deprived- far from it. It’s that I want the option. The luxury of knowing that if I want to sleep past 8? I can. That if the Lad and I want to snuggle for an hour? No little man is going to start demanding we pay attention to him nownownownow.
There’s a good shot we’ll be in Chicago for a few days this summer, and we’ll stay at Mom’s. I am going to ask her if we can abandon our child with her for a night, just a night, and go downtown and stay in a hotel. The Lad is making noises about walking to a fancy restaurant from there and living it up, but you know? If it’s a good enough hotel, I’d be perfectly content to order room service and eat in bed. It’d be a nice break.