Truly, I am sorry. I hope you were not in a meeting with your CEO or describing your bowels to the internist or standing still on one foot, clutching your prayer beads, as the scorpion backed away. I hope you were not, with great anticipation of all the feels, consummating your marriage or defending your […]Read more "I’m Sorry My Son FaceTimed You from a Bathroom Stall in Target"
When I first moved to Charlottesville, I had big ideas. First, Eliot was going to stay super busy in baby activities. Second, I was going to buy a jogging stroller and use it (to jog). You can guess what happened to the stroller idea, seeing as I pretty much waddle and eat Nutella by the […]Read more "Occupy Bookstores: Fun on the Cheap"