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March 3, 2010

Covet Thy Neighbor’s Wife? Heck, No! I Covet My Neighbor’s Vacuum.

It seems I have reached a stage in life in which I really want a vacuum. And…I guess it makes sense as I have become increasingly domestic in recent years…but I’m not sure I was expecting *this.* It all started … Continue reading →

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December 8, 2009

If I hadn’t been writing about Frank Bruni, I wouldn’t have known it’s Ann Coulter’s birthday…

So…I got home last night around 8:00ish and all I had consumed was coffee and water on the planes (I had, like, the perfect amount of time to get from Terminal A to Terminal C in Dallas…without a ridiculous amount … Continue reading →

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Tagged as Air Force One, airplanes, Ann Coulter, Born Round, cat, cat-in-a-bag, cold noodles, Dallas, Detroit Free Press, Frank Bruni, freakishly skinny blond, George W. Bush, Glenn Beck, Lisa Kudrow, milk, New York Times, Newsweek, peanut sauce, proverbial fat kid, restaurant critic, SeamlessWeb, sustenance, Thai food, The Comeback, travel, tweeting, Twitter

November 8, 2009

Sad(der) Lisa and the Case of the Missing Books

I’ll preface this by saying I know everyone is sick to death of hearing about the Bartender. And I know I need to figure out a way to finally, officially let go and move on with my life. And — … Continue reading →

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January 18, 2009

Lessons From Julia

Sometimes I have ADD with books and I start them, but if they don’t suck me in wholly and completely right away, I get about halfway through and never finish. I have a number of these books lying around my … Continue reading →

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November 8, 2008

The Year of Sweet Potato? And What’s Ground Mace?

I’ve been really into Twitter lately and I’m afraid my blog is suffering — whatever baking news I spy more often than not gets slapped up on Twitter before I have time to flesh it out here. But! I suppose … Continue reading →

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Covet Thy Neighbor’s Wife? Heck, No! I Covet My Neighbor’s Vacuum.

If I hadn’t been writing about Frank Bruni, I wouldn’t have known it’s Ann Coulter’s birthday…

Lessons From Julia

The Year of Sweet Potato? And What’s Ground Mace?

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