“From the bitterness of disease man learns the sweetness of health.” ~Catalan Proverb
I actually am not ‘here’. Not that you ever sit and play Where In The World is Heather B because I’m where I always am relative to where you currently are but really I’m in Buffalo which is not where I live. So! Now that we’ve gotten that out of the way, I’m drinking wine and watching Canadian television and thinking of crossing the border and running away. Though that was the original plan – not running away, but going to Canada – because why the hell not? It’s six days out and the road to 270 electoral votes is paved with bullshit and false accusations. So the plan was to go to Toronto thus making a trip to Buffalo tolerable. That is until Amy, Catherine and I were all afflicted with various snot related maladies. And now it’s The Daily Show as an antidote to five hours of Fox News.
Thank you, thank you, thank you for the birthday wishes and notes and warm fuzzies sent from near and far. 50 hours in and 25 is having quite the auspicious beginning but more on that later. I digress to point out that I’ve turned into one of those assholes who says that something fun is going to happen but won’t and cannot reveal what. Now I realize what there are assholes who do that: Because it’s fun.
I think that covers it all: I’m in need of a snot sucker or “nasal aspirator” (thank you, Metalia), 25 is looking good on me and I’m feeling genuinely optimistic even though I cannot breathe out of my nose and my eyes are watering and Bill O’Reilly’s voice is in my head. I’m reading the Communist Manifesto just to spite him.
On BlogHer: Please tell me Your Financial Dirty Little Secret. We all have them and I want to know yours. Come on! It will be fun! And cheaper than therapy or a financial adviser!
I’ve guest posted on Alpha Mom on fall fashion finds and fun and why I continue to incorporate belts into my wardrobe; to give the allusion of a smaller waist. Wide belts do an amazing job at forcing your stomach in. I share because I care.
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Wide belts are like cheap corsets for me. They’re perfect.
wait…what?????
you are in Buffalo? why was i not told about this?
Feel better!
The only thing I know about Buffalo is that it is close to Rochester, which has a restaurant that is home to the Garbage Plate. It is worth the drive.
I once went to a concert in Buffalo, where I actually saw real-live people shooting up in public. Ahh…good times, good times.
Here in Ohio, you may get the scent of weed during a show, but we rednecks like to keep the needles at home.