Wow, it’s Friday. When did I become Sally NeverPost? And what brought on this inability to differentiate days? It’s concerning. A few posts ago I was worried about scurvy, now I’m downright determined to stave off dementia. I hear word games help. The She & Him concert the other night was great, as we knew it would be. What a mixed bag the crowd was, though. The guy sitting next to us was lounging with his [shabby-khaki-shorts-covered] legs stretched out {Read More}

How on earth is it Tuesday? I know for a fact that just a moment ago it was Saturday morning and I was getting ready for rehearsal. Then it was absolutely Saturday around noonish and a very humid rehearsal definitely took place in my apartment. (Side note- waving a fake gun at a very real husband during a first floor rehearsal on a street fest day holds me back as an actress. That’s just a personal hangup. “Should we call {Read More}

It struck me this morning that I owe it to my friends and family to review “Core Rhythms,” the aforementioned “borrowed” workout files. It promises to help you lose four inches in SIX DAYS. Impressive, but is it fun? (Trying to lift a cast iron stove for six days will burn pounds too, but it’s a one-way ticket to a herniated disc. I don’t even know what that means, I just heard Kat say it once. The disc part, I {Read More}

Seeing Boston in concert was truly a religious experience. Sure, I’m a Catholic and I go to mass and all that…but I can also worship at the [tasteful] altar of Tom Scholz. It was incredible. Not so much the fend-for-yourself seating- there was a line to get “into” the roped-off outdoor seating area, plus security people had no idea where seats were, nor did they care to help you. And when I tried to muscle my way through the hundreds {Read More}

Okay, this is gonna hafta be quick. (For, you see, I’m just in from Cape Cod via Providence and I’m picking up a rental car for Wisconsin via Chicago.) SO. Left the fam at the beach this morning (we had a great time, but that’s for another post) and my folks dropped me off at the Providence airport around 10am. And who was at the curbside check-in with me but SURVIVOR? That’s right, the epic band Survivor was heading to {Read More}

Do you know how hard it is to get [free] internet in far-flung places like the upper Cape? Well, I’m currently pirating a signal from the next door neighbor’s cottage, sitting in the back of my Dad’s borrowed Yukon in the torrential rain. It’s like a little office in here. Ooh, that was thunder. Thankfully I’m in a trunk! Okay, my Dad just came out and bodily moved me back into the cottage, saying something about “the news” and “quick {Read More}

This is fantastic. (Fantastically gross, that is. ANNIE. DO NOT FOLLOW THIS LINK.) Kate! Thanks for sending this, and thanks as well to the Boston Globe for such a hard-hitting expose’. Or is it a human interest piece? I really have trouble differentiating. Maybe you can tell? And, oh…my favorite part? It’s a tie between when the lady exclaimed “Oh my stars!” and when her mother almost fainted because she had the “willy willies.” I have a feeling that if {Read More}

Okay, so I probably should have just gone to Wikipedia in the first place. I have found out what the “international” chicken sammiches were all about. You guys were right- the Italian was always there and always quite good. Also the French one- a chicken cordon bleu (which I do not recall ever having, just for the record. I’m not calling them a liar or anything, my memory may just be spotty. I was seven.) And finally, an American one. {Read More}