Jailhouse Pots...and pans...

Twice I've ordered books on Amazon.com, and twice, they have never appeared at my house. But being the extremely lazy and pro-inactive person that I am, I let my 24.99 drift off into the atmosphere and dissappear like a baloon. Twice. take a minute to react to that insane use of 50$ US...I'll be here when you're done.

Ready..?

So, today, I sat down to order Mark Peel's new cookbook, and finally decided to investigate this fraud on my checkbook. Uhhhhh...YEAH...Here's the issue: my default mailing address...? It's a P.O. Box at Terminal Annex which forwards to COUNTY JAIL!!!

I had completely forgotten that I once sent some books to a client who was spending a good deal of time, just...hangin' out.

So, congrats, buddy!!! Hope you enjoyed Mark Bittman's How to Cook Everything, and A Day at El Bulli! I swear I'm not making fun of you!!!

Helloooo there.

I realized this week that blogging is a lot harder to do when you're trying to hide it from your husband. This isn't my first blog, I had one all throughout law school. I really enjoyed the catharsis of getting all of my rage out onto a page, and having a very very few close and overly supportive friends, read it. But, eventualy, I graduated, and my law school blog lost even my interest, and I eventually just stopped blogging all together. Once I stopped, I tried to ignore the blog, but late night drunk reading and re-reading of my posts became so unbearably embarrasing that I took it down.
So, I've decided to get back into it, and every day last week, I would come home from work...okay, FINE, I would come home drunk from happy hour...and sit down on the couch with the laptop. And my husband would watch the screen and try to read along to whatever it was I was typing. And it was unbearable. I couldn't even get a word to pop into my brain much less, to communicate a topic of interest from my brain to my fingertips. How ironic that in 7 years of Yoga class I've never actually managed to "clear all of the words from my brain...make it a completely empty space" but the one day all I want to do is talk, I'm slammed in the face with namaste.
So, I've decided to take my blogging elsewhere. And, here is where I will meet you.