Why picking the right doormat determines the rest of your life
This blog is not going to become a house blog, mainly because it already has enough of a personality disorder.
»This blog is not going to become a house blog, mainly because it already has enough of a personality disorder.
»There are a couple of things going on in my life that I want to blog about, I just don’t have any writing mojo at the moment, so I’m going to phone it in and have my friends and family contribute.
»Pre- P.S. If you want to read about how Mr. B played with dead people when he was little, say no more! _Pre- P.S. If you want to read about how Mr. B played with dead people when he was little, say no more!
»Spring in Northeast Philly has sprung. I guess I should stop taking pictures from the car, but this was at a traffic light, so no possible hipster injury risk.
»My morning drive is a pretty brutal hour.
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The blossoms are in bloom. They’re not as beautiful as the originals, but I’ll take ’em.
Mr. B and I are running our first 5k of the year this Sunday! Can’t wait. Did you know that it’s theoretically possible to outrun radon, if you’re running at the speed of light?
»The reason I had to get my nails done this weekend is because I was attending a birthday party for a one-year-old that was full of Russian women waiting to judge me.
»So, in preparation for possibly-maybe-our new house at the end of the month (if nothing goes wrong, tfu, tfu, tfu, knock on wood, eat a chicken bone and whatever the hell it is you do to stop from believing in the pit of your stomach that you will never, ever be a homeowner), I’ve been researching why men need to carry women over the threshold of their new house.
»Last weekend, I decided I needed a manicure, mostly because I was terrified of my hands:
»This weekend, I’m going to a Russian restaurant! The exact one in this post, actually! LOL.
»What’s your idea of a good time? Mine is bitching about how much Philly sucks.
»This is my mom, on the left, and Mr. B’s mom, on the right. They are depicted here, hunting for mushrooms.
»Did you know that I am now part of a Blog Bloc? It’s part of my effort to better organize the Russian/Jewish content on my site. You can find a list of bloggers here and a badge if you are such a blogger and want one. But don’t worry. I’ll still write about Nutella, how much my family is afraid of third world countries, and various girlcrushes, too.
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