Let me tell you how I know you are an adult.
You just looked at the UPS tracking for your drugstore.com package which includes a large order of toilet paper [which you bought online because of $10 free drugstore.com dollars (plus ebates)].
Gotcha.
Holy hell.
Just discovered a list of all the people I’ve hidden from my newsfeed on Facebook over the years.
It was so long. Dozens and dozens of people. Some of them were people I forgot even existed.
A sombrero, 4 extra-large [“not dishwasher safe!”] bowls, and 5 sheets of mustache tattoos.
Prep work for an epic 30th birthday-meets-Cinco de Mayo party.
Tomorrow is for wearing red.
Equal pay day. Get on it, girls.
You know that feeling you get when you see someone you went to school with in the Sunday NYT Weddings?
Like…sort of vomit inducing, sort of happy for them, sort of jealous, sort of shocked, sort of impressed, sort of ugh?
Is Fort Lauderdale airport the worst thing ever or the worst thing ever?
Both. All of the above. Awful.






