* The promised Girl Scout cookie sales were indeed a reality after Mass today. And when the mom informed me that they were "out of everyone's favorite," which I presumed to mean Thin Mints, I let her know that the fact that they had plenty of Samoas left was perfect for me as those are my favorites.

They've gotten pretty small, though, haven't they? According to that Wiki article, however, the two I devoured before hunkering down here to write this added 150 calories to my diet today. Yeehaw for empty calories, people!

* My best friend, Ali, who left for South America yesterday, calls me just moments before boarding her flight to tell me the following:

A: "So I'm walking out of the bathroom and I look up and I see this Oscar ..."

E: "A what?"

A: "Well I see this woman, but the first thing I see is that she looks like she's carrying an Oscar."

E: "Like an Academy Award? That's the first thing you see?"

A: "Yeah! And then I realize that the woman carrying it is Jennifer Hudson. She's really very short. No makeup. Sweats. Still looked good."

* Glinny laying her head on top of my feet in the office while I worked on Saturday. And she only whined once. Or twice.

* That when I burned the batch of cupcakes I attempted to make, that smoke didn't fill up the whole house, prompting me to have to open the windows.

* My grand total for this week's supply of fruits and veggies over at Stanley's only cost me $5.

* That my new haircut doesn't require me to blow it out and style it in order for me to leave the house looking human.

* That The Beachwood had plenty of seats and space last night after we left Tuman's. Oh my Lord. That bar is choad-central in Wicker Park. Ladies? Just because American Apparel makes gold lame, footless tights doesn't mean you should buy them and wear them out in public.

Though the intended accent mark over the "e" in "lame" is buggering up MT, I'll remind you that if you remove it, all you're left with is LAME. I have issues with people who look as though they go out wearing a costume. This is cold-ass winter in Chicago, people, and you're slugging back PBR's in a corner bar. This ain't LA. Put some pants on.

* The sun is shining brightly, which means Glin and I can walk over to dog park and get some much-needed Vitamin D.

Posted by Erin at 01:20 PM | filed under: Odds and ends

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