Summer

Ah, early summer, the time we transition from complaining about it not being warm enough to complaining that its too dang hot.

I love those portion-control, 100-calorie snacks. I usually have four or five at a time.

I think I deserve a medal for everyday I go without punching my desk computer.

I nearly gave my mom a heart attack

I nearly gave my mom a heart attack yesterday. We had the following phone conversation:

Mom: What are you doing?
Me: I’m in Gabe’s*.
Mom: YOU’RE ENGAGED?!?!?!?

No, mom.

*Gabe’s a regional discount clothing/housewares store that’s a favorite to the locals, particularly poor reporters like me.

Some days, the only thing that keeps me away from Walmart in my PJs is the thought of all those camera phones.

Bringing my own coffee to a Starbucks was a new low I wasn’t fully prepared for.