I've Noticed..

I'm a proud quote hoarder. Do you hoard anything?

(SIDEBAR: The best hoarding story I ever heard was when a very funny gal named Kathleen Madigan realized she was hoarding episodes of the tragic show "Hoarders" on her DVR. You  just.  can't.  buy.  that kind of irony!)

There's a very fine line between an ice cream cone (or also a cupcake's frosting) looking like a perfect swirl or a pile of poo. Very fine line. I think the trick is to achieve optimum height to surpass any chance of resemblance to a turd.

The amount of mini marshmallows I place in my hot cocoa mug is always quickly doubled after one look at them bobbing lonely about. Or actually tripled... if you count the ones I eat while waiting for the cocoa to be ready.

I've eaten a lemon biscotti every day this week. Do you think one of those a day keeps the doctor away? (That is also why there's what I'm sure is a biscotti crumb hanging out under my 'down arrow' key. I just know it!)

I have a favorite toenail. Also, I'm still a bit afraid of having my toes under the bed skirt when I'm standing next to the bed. Those monsters under the bed, and all.

I randomly crave Swedish meatballs with lingonberry preserves & french fries smothered in gravy from Ikea. Gravy on the fries is a special request but they're always happy to oblige! Have you ever tried it? Oh, you're missing out! My mama instilled in me an appreciation for that creation.

(SIDEBAR: How fun would it be to play Hide & Seek in Ikea? It was also be one bitchin' location to have a scavenger hunt. Just sayin'.)


I get sucked into TV shows very much after the fact. I'm sucked into the current [fourth] season of Parenthood. And thanks to a generous free trial from Netflix I've given myself 30 days to watch 53 episodes from the first three seasons of Parenthood so I can discover the Braverman clan's back story. Piece. Of. Cake! I say that without a hint of sarcasm. I once watched an entire season of Weeds while sitting on the floor of my room one night.

(SIDEBAR: When I signed up for Netflix they assigned me a profile icon of a T-Rex. What are you trying to say, Netflix? That I have a big head & little arms? Or that I don't respect authority & go traipsing through fences all Jurassic Park style? If there's a dinosaur theme going here, I elect to be Littlefoot from The Land Before Time. Or Petrie. Please note that on my account, Netflix.)

That one of our upstairs neighbors surely/probably/maybe installed a new surround sound system because we feel like we're right there with them during what we can only guess is a car chase scene.

My favorite words to say are indubitably, bodega & farkle.

I like-like exclamation points. Do I use them too much? Come on, you can tell me! (
The universe has ears. Like when you say "I wouldn't mind watching Pretty Woman later to cheer me up after dropping Mr. A at the airport." then you come home to find it next on the TV's schedule.

When I tell Mr. A that I'm in a Grumpy Gills mood it takes all of three minutes for him to spin my day around.

I dance to random noises. Like the rhythm of the dishwasher. Or the leaf blowers outside. Anything.

Finding a spider in your room makes it impossible to close your eyes peacefully for the remainder of the night. Impossible.



Don't forget to have a great day on purpose! (Between the time I started this post & edited it, I've already watched 6 episodes of Parenthood. I got this!) Also, spellcheck doesn't think biscotti is a word. They're wrong. So very wrong.