Monthly Archives: August 2011

(The dog wasn’t the only one.)

In which our heroine attends a bachelorette party, has two drinks and dances until 2 a.m., and spends the next day recovering. #old

These feel like they’ve almost lost their “cush.” A good feeling, because it means I’ve been hitting the road a lot.

A coworker told me you can gently write on a banana with a toothpick and the message will appear the next day. Oh Internet, is there nothing you cannot teach us? (Of course, I had to try it.)