i like kids.
i watched my landlord’s kids tonight. after i had read several bedtime stories to him, the little boy sat on the floor and said he was not sleepy. i said, “okay, then i’ll read you another story.” he said he didn’t want that because he might fall asleep.
on making french toast...
i am 1/3 great at it. and 2/3 terrible.
Here’s a shout out to Jess for sending me this bit o’ awesomeness. Luv it. Not surprising because I always luv me some fabulous dudes.
Oh little town of NYC.
all i want for christmas
a new set of measuring spoons. (ours were commondeered by aquarium fish and their need to be pH leveled. )
a new set of measuring cups (commandeered by dogs and their need to be fed.)
a new babyliss hair dryer, since the one i got which was supposed to be “all that” did not turn out to be any of that.
and that’s really just about it.
I really taught that 6-year-old a lesson,
when he poked his head in our kitchen window, then said to his mom, “Hey Mom! Look in their house!” I waved back at him. Lesson learned. Never make it obvious when you’re snooping.
turns out i was right all along. getting the lyrics right doesn’t matter.
It never gets old-realizing that today must be Santa Con, which is a citywide pub crawl of Santas of all types.
Tonight in L.A. has been reallly stormy, tempestuous, dark, and sensual; so I’m declaring today
Faruiza Balk-Friday.
Let it be so.
