It's hard to come back to New York after 10 stress free days on the beach with my new husband. It just is. A fact that was made monumentally more difficult by some bad early afternoon decisions involving a bottle of duty-free Patron, one woman's raging hormones (the one's that turn otherwise lovely young gal into a fire breathing harpy), Mario Cart and a rather pathetic attempt at a game of Yahtzee.
Now, it's Monday and my pee soaked apartment remains a malodorous disaster (my 17 year old beloved grows more incontinent by the day), I've got oodles of laundry to do and about $70 worth of produce to eat before the chorus of "I told you sos" breaks out from the sofa (although we managed to get through all of the limes on Saturday...go figure).
As I sit here reflecting on this great debacle, I'm waiting to go into a meeting that was supposed to start three hours ago - one where my ass will more assuredly get unceremoniously handed to me.
And to top it all of - the post went up to 50 cents today. Bastards!
In addition to my normal clean underwear providing chores, I have a running list of things quality of life tasks that I'm itching to do. And when I say itching, I mean I think a lot about it but never actually do it.
Among these tasks -
To this end - if any of you have any great ideas regarding new music, blogs, effective ways to combat clutter in a Manhattan apartment - will you help a girl out? Additionally, I would love a yoga buddy on the UWS. I mention this because I'm learning that sometimes in order to get what you need or what you want you've just gotta ask.
Well, I like to think of them as friends. Hell, I dream about bloggers I've never met which is weird. In fact, in one particular dream, I debated the legitimacy of it in my sleep because I was aware of the fact that I didn't know the person I was suddenly besties with.
ANYWAY, I've wanted to add a couple of blogs to the old blogroll as of late so here they are...please check them out.
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