Nina In New York
Ah, Spring! That magical time of year when the trees are all dead, the ground is frozen, the birdies are still in Boca, half a foot of new snow falls softly atop child-sized mounds of filthy ice, and a young, stay-at-home mother’s fancy turns to part-time employment. Also, vodka.
Assuming you are not one of those well-rested freaks who I assume exfoliate regularly and lie upon piles of satin-sheathed pillows, you are well aware of the damage you are self-inflicting.
Oh, hey, March. Coming in a little hot, are we? And by hot, I obviously mean freezing cold and crapping snow everywhere.
I went on vacation. No, we did not bring our toddler.
Oh, Keebler fudge butter. I missed another mom memo.
I’m working on my euphemistic cusswords. A bit ahead of schedule, my child has officially shut the door on my foul-mouth habits.
They’re watching you. You know, the little men who live in your television set.
While you were stocking up for the storm and fighting over the last bag of triple-washed organic kale, science was busy releasing some great news on the “justify your dependency” front.
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A bit of good news amid the bad: plans to commence voluntary evacuation of the planet Earth are already underway.
Living the American dream. Until next year, football.
The measles are back!
Oh, hey, was it supposed to snow or something?
Late last week, SkyMall filed for bankruptcy.
So, don’t freak out or anything, but the end is nigh.