Witty in Fitty: This One Time …
I haven’t slept well lately. So naturally, I started reading “Gone Girl” last night (better late than never, right?).
The stuff of nightmares.
Riddle me this: What genius gets sucked into a book, 300+ pages deep, and OH SHIT is it really 3:30 a.m.?
I hate myself.
Witty in Fitty: Bret Michaels, Entrepreneur?
Listening to Pandora during long workdays inevitably brings some terrible advertising.
But then, this little gem appeared during my mid-afternoon nap jam sesh:
And. I. Died.
Bret Michaels has designed Pets Rock, exclusively at Petsmart. Hold the giggles.
Get your doggie bandanas, crusted collars (and STDs) right this way, folks.
Witty in Fitty: My Problem with Pinterest
Pinterest is great and wonderful and all of those things, but I have a big problem with it. As of today, here’s my status with these selected boards:
Bites & Brews: 158
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Sweet Treats: 162
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Work It Out: 28
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It may be time for a Pintervention.
Witty in Fitty: Baby, It’s Cold Outside
I understand I’m warm-blooded.
But you can’t tell me 30-degree weather is comfortable.
Thankfully, BuzzFeed is here to help.
And Zooey + Will too.
Because what else can you do in freezing temperatures?
Well, um …
Go to a bar? Good enough reason for me.
Witty in Fitty: Real. Life.
Booked a one-way flight to NYC today. Nonrefundable. No turning back.
I’m excited and scared and happy and sad and most of all, I’m thankful.
My support system has been incredible — always is, but especially —
the past week.
I can’t wait for my life as a New Yorker to begin.
Witty in Fitty: Fart Attack
Last night’s episode of “Parks and Recreation” reminded me just how much I adore the swag-tastic Tom Haverford.
Let’s take a moment to see poor Jerry go into cardiac arrest — and Tom’s ridiculous reaction (skip to 9:21 in).
And then, there’s this:
Is it possible to marry a fictional character?
Witty in Fitty: The League
Tonight is the draft for my office fantasy football league, and I drew to go second. The draft kit is printed, the board is ready and the brews await.
Fingers crossed so I can upstage last year’s miserable finish. Let’s go, team Here Comes Honey Boo Boo!
