thematically fickle

Did you know that the hypothalmus regulates (among other things) breathing and sexual satisfaction? Maybe that’s why, even when my man has a horrendous cold that causes fatigue, a sore throat and congestion so severe that breathing is difficult even when he’s laying perfectly motionless, he still wants to “bury his face in [my] ass.” [...]

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I could stay home, put on my jammers, curl up with a glass of wine and begin to hash through my backed-up reading pile:

Or I could do a few more bicep curls, swallow down some of what she’s having, slip into my little black dress and go out dancing:

Hmmm…

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We made numerous and exceedingly gushing toasts to “Bobby” on Saturday night, the well-known grape crusher who died last Friday at the age of 94.  Somewhere between The Lei Lounge and Bar Pink Elephant and tucked in between martini number three and glass of wine number two (ouch), I learned that Bobby had changed the pronunciation of his name from [...]

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When all the rest of the news—global, national, local—is so very bad, this fabulous, rainbow-colored, boa-wearing tid bit sashayed from within my speakers as I drove along Torrey Pines Road, handed me a cosmo and blew me kisses that tingled my spine.  Of course, petitions to put gay marriage before voters are already underway. And [...]

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Eat pot brownie before drinking 10 glasses of champagne.

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Obituary in the April 28, 2008 issue of The New Yorker:
“KESTER—Rose Rothstein, of North Andover, MA, formerly of East Norwich, NY, March 1, 2008. Widow of Harold E. Kester. Survived by Linda and William Cotter of Concord, MA; Marjorie and Peter Smith, of Durham, NH; five loving grandchildren; five great-grandchildren and her sister Anne Gerber. [...]

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The last two times I’ve visited Seattle, I’ve taken Ruby to the Children’s Museum. The first time was so fantastic, I could hardly believe it existed. Who was the genius that came up with this stuff anyway?
I couldn’t wait to re-visit the place when Ruby was old enough to wander beyond the generous space designed [...]

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I’m feeling a little bit like Holly Golightly’s cat—the poor slob, slob without a name—and anyone who knows me, knows that I don’t do cats. That’s just not how I roll. (No offense to any cat lovers out there.)
I’m low. Like, submerged-face-down-in-thick-mud kind of low and I have been for the better part of the [...]

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Spoiler alert: If you’re planning on reading Atonement or seeing the movie, you may want to stop reading now and click over here instead. Unless, of course, you can’t help yourself and simply must! know! right! now! what she has to say! In this case, keep reading. But know that I’m about to break the [...]

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I saw this bumper sticker on a car today on the way home from the zoo:
When Jesus said, “Love your enemies,”
I think what he meant was “Don’t kill them.”

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