I don’t have a title for this because I’ve run out of puns. Please insert your own.

I promise to stop writing about giant metal chickens next week, but before we move on I thought I’d share a photo that my friend Erica snapped in Houston.   I can only assume that the woman who lives here hasn’t been allowed to buy towels for *decades*. See?  It could be so much worse. PS.Continue reading “I don’t have a title for this because I’ve run out of puns. Please insert your own.”

Dear New York Airport: Maybe next time you could have us land in a pit of vipers that are also on fire. Just to keep things new.

Last week I was at the Blogher conference and it’s too complicated to write about so instead I’m just going to re-write the notes I jotted in my journal while I was there because I’m really tired and I believe in phoning it in.  Also, if this is the first time you’re reading me youContinue reading “Dear New York Airport: Maybe next time you could have us land in a pit of vipers that are also on fire. Just to keep things new.”

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