“Oh god. Winter is coming.”
— Eric, seeing the ring of vaseline around my mouth as I got into bed last night.

“Oh god. Winter is coming.”
— Eric, seeing the ring of vaseline around my mouth as I got into bed last night.

Kid: “Did you get a wedding dress yet?”
Me: “No, not yet. So many choices! It’s hard to decide on one.”
Kid: “You should do what my mom did. She had four different dresses. She had one for the pictures before the wedding, then she walked down the aisle in another one, like a big princess dress, and then she did the party in a different, shorter dress so she could dance and then she had an even SHORTER one for the party AFTER the wedding. She got them all at Vera Wang.”
Yeah your family needs to pay me more.

The most anxiety-inducing realization I’ve had so far in regard to getting married is that I have no idea how to write an uppercase T in cursive.

The NYC Naked Cowboy dancing underneath the Trump Tower sign while this reporter desperately tries to give a serious analysis of last night’s debate is the perfect visual representation of this presidential election.

— Potential Moderators who would have done a better job than Lester Holt
I’m looking forward to this presidential debate in that creepy, sadistic way you look forward to finally seeing the horrific crash scene at the end of the maddening, stand-still traffic jam you’ve been stuck in for hours on end.

Here’s an email I just had to send to management.

And here’s how Eric wanted to handle it (I did not allow him to hit send)…..

We’ve gotten a total of like 6 gifts and I’ve still managed to write one person duplicate thank you cards, about 4 days apart. Clearly both cards said pretty much the exact same thing, and clearly I was called out.
