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It was a busy afternoon in the office, and we were in need of a moment of calm. That’s when Jon sent me the gif of a cat jumping off a bed into a beanbag.
A moment of pride here: I’m pretty pleased with this no fuss granita method, which has got me through yet another summer of ice cream machine envy. Because really, if you live in a Manhattan apartment where you store your … Continue reading
So hands down the thing we were most looking forward to at the Sussex County Fair were the swimming pigs. “They race for Oreos!” Sold.
Confession: I pretty much never hear the word “tequila” without mentally adding the words “mocking bird”. This is what passes for fun in my life. So judge me.
It was Hilary’s idea to go to the urban farm. Sandwiched between a mental hospital and the East river. “If it’s true, we should go and see it.” So we headed off through midtown in the scorching heat of a … Continue reading
Sometimes we drink to help us forget, and sometimes, we forget before we even drink.