I am having one of those months where my weekends are crazier than my weekdays. This weekend is going to include whale watching, ice cream cake, and a visit to a psychic. You know… normal things. But… who needs to relax? I’ll relax when I die… of exhaustion, because I never relaxed.
Or of a cake overdose, because even as I write this, I am being offered cake. I think I might need to whip up a separate blog post, because… wow. You’ll see. I think I should send the universe a telegram: Enough with the cake! (Although… I’m still down for ice cream cake this weekend. And birthday cake, in a month… oh God.)
Anyway, random “30 Rock” moment. So, I found this mug in our kitchen mug collection. I don’t know if it’s from the building or someone in my office. I don’t know if it’s something that was given to “30 Rock” employees, or if it came from the NBC gift shop. but it kind of made my morning when I came across it, because Liz Lemon is my doppelganger.
I feel as though this mug is my friend now. Like, if I am having a bad day, I am going to visit it. And if it shatters… I will throw it a mug funeral. Because I tend to anthropomorphize inanimate objects… and ALSO I tend to shatter ceramic dishware. UH OH.
And because it’s Friday and Friday is bagel day at the office and good bagels are the double rainbow of my life, here is a picture of my breakfast. You will probably only be jealous if you like lox and tomatoes and don’t live in NYC, because people in NYC are bagel snobs. But I’m from LA, and I am an LA version of a bagel snob, and I give Noah’s my stamp of approval.
And THEN we ordered lunch, and with lunch came a cake-y monstrosity that I am going to blog about NEXT, and it’s going to be part of this red velvet identity crisis post that I’ve been teasing for so long that it’s not going to live up to any of your expectant expectations. (As if you were really holding your breath.)
And for the record, I haven’t cried once today.
xoxo…
THIS moi!




possibly the best blog post ever. the double rainbow of blog posts.