Sadly, Blogger has still (as of 9am CST today) not reinstated Thursday’s post. So, uh, maybe check back later if you’re dying for a mid-week recap? (And I know you are.) Also, Wordless Wednesday explanations? The first pic is a magnetic version of a paper doll, one that the girls for whom I nanny love to dress in ball gowns and the fanciest of gear. They decided to make one that “dresses like Kiki.” “Can’t I get a tiara or a {Read More}
Stop! Thief! (Or at least gimme back my gift cards.)
May 12, 2011 By Leave a Comment
Robbed. As most of you [within a five foot vicinity of my Facebook and/or Twitter feed] are aware of…yesterday I had my wallet stolen. I’d say “pick-pocketed,” but that seems way too Victorian and quaint for the ire I am currently feeling. Fagan’s boys ain’t singing Consider Yourself on Kedzie Avenue. And the thing is- I’m so mad at MYSELF for allowing this to happen. Which I realize is ridiculous. But it was my choice to go to Cermak Produce as {Read More}
Stop! Thief! (Or at least gimme back my gift cards.)
May 11, 2011 By 1 Comment
Robbed. As most of you [within a five foot vicinity of my Facebook and/or Twitter feed] are aware of…yesterday I had my wallet stolen. I’d say “pick-pocketed,” but that seems way too Victorian and quaint for the ire I am currently feeling. Fagan’s boys ain’t singing Consider Yourself on Kedzie Avenue. And the thing is- I’m so mad at MYSELF for allowing this to happen. Which I realize is ridiculous. But it was my choice to go to Cermak Produce as {Read More}
