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It was a busy afternoon in the office, and we were in need of a moment of calm. Thatâ€™s when Jon sent me the gif of a cat jumping off a bed into a beanbag.
A moment of pride here: Iâ€™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. â€œThey race for Oreos!â€ 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 Hilaryâ€™s idea to go to the urban farm. Sandwiched between a mental hospital and the East river. â€œIf 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.