Lorna loves to write. Her first short story, written on a yellow legal pad when she was six, starred a family of mice. The next year, she wrote a poem about black roses, which caused her teacher to request a meeting with her parents. Lorna has been trying to cheer the hell up ever since. … Continue reading Lorna Loves to Write
On Friday, I posted my post and went to the pub. I left my phone safely at home, and instead concerned myself with this delicious beer. After a few, we came home and I decided to check my email while Sarge brushed his teeth. There were lots of little yellow flags in my gmail inbox, … Continue reading Thank You Again. Again.
Let's say you forgot your phone somewhere. Left it on your desk at work/in your locker/in a field/dropped it down a toilet. This is what you might do while you waited to retrieve your phone, if you were in this purely hypothetical situation: Call it. Five times. To make sure it isn't in the … Continue reading How To Lose A Phone in 10 Hours
When you don't have peace of mind, a piece of cheesecake works, too. -Me
I don't know why I'm writing this. Wait a minute. Yes I do. I'm writing this because right now I can't be anything more or less than I am. I don't feel like making something up, and pretending nothing happened. This is not fiction. Although I wish it was. I am an American. Usually I … Continue reading The Old Country
If you've been reading along, you'll know about Coffeegate 2011. You'll also know that I call my computer Hemingway. Turned out he did need a new keyboard. Today, I came home to an undead Hemingway, complete with new keyboard and his own white chocolate cookies. (Sarge says he has to share them with us, though.) … Continue reading Hemingway Lives!
One of the questions I ask a prospective PA when I interview them is, 'Are you a morning person?' Because, well, because I am not. Like most people who are honest with themselves, I cannot speak without bumping into a cup of coffee in the morning. On days that aren't weekends, there isn't time to … Continue reading My Boyfriend is Better Than Coffee