Thursday, July 02, 2009

*week: end.

It is the Thursday before a holiday, and I am the sole occupier of office space at le job.

I am bolstered by the creeping approach of The Long Weekend, and also by staring a hole through the cork in this bottle of Pinot Noir that our food editor paid forward (because she's nice, and because I have a you-really-should-throw-some-alcohol-at-her look about me).

There's a rumor floating around that I am working on galleys while drowning out the silence with Daily Show video clips, but I can neither confirm nor deny this bit of hearsay.

I hope that there are safe travels, wacky families, and lots of stuffing of face coming your way this Independence Day.

I'll be here, rolling with my homie. He is so. jazzed.

in cheek.




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I am a work in progress. I perpetually need a hair cut. I'm totally devoted to my remarkable nieces and nephew. I am an elementary home cook and a magazine worker bee. (Please criticize my syntax and spelling in the comments.) I think my dog is hilarious. I like chicken and spicy things. I have difficulty being a grown-up. Left to my own devices, I will eat enormous amounts of cheese snacks of all kinds.