I’ll get back to the blog soon – promise!
How was your holiday weekend? While I, like seemingly a lot of people, am not celebrating #45, I did have an enjoyable President‘s Day Weekend.
I stuck a literal toe into the foot peel realm, using this one from Boscia. Yes, I am nervous about the gross-out potential in the coming week. No, I won’t be sharing pics on social media.
I grabbed margaritas and Mexican food with @full_of_moxie at a place called Fonda in the East Village.
Tamarind margarita – yum!
I sniffled like mad either from a cold or too much kitty time. Oops.
And now it’s time for that old Monday night past time: watching The Bachelor. What will Corinne do this time?!
Apologies if these inspire nightmares. Please note that these are not my kittens as I have no kittens. #allergic
The time: Sunday at noon. The place: Greenwich Village. The medium: a cell phone call.
[mid-conversation, completely out of nowhere]
Mom: You should get a dog.
Me: I’m allergic, Mom.*
Mom: Well, yeah.
Me: There’s that. And the fact that I travel a lot.
*I have been aware of my allergy to cats since I was 11 and dogs since I was 12. I still lived at home then so she witnessed the results. There’s no denying she knows I’m severely allergic. She often suggests to Dad that they get a puppy, usually right after complaining that I don’t visit.
[don’t tell her that I totally stand outside NYC’s pet stores with cute puppies in their windows. It would undermine my bitchfacing her through the phone each time she annoys me.]