I hated that movie. I didn't get it. Add it to the list along with "Punch Drunk Love", "Lost in Translation" and "WALL-E".
Maybe I was just too young to understand it at the time. If I were to watch it now, would I enjoy it? I'm dubious.
Today our new coasters from Crate & Barrel arrived. They're made of rope. Very nautical. I can't wait until I rest my first mug of tea on one. I'm eager to see how it protects our newly-painted, white coffee table from unsightly cup rings. If all goes well, nothing will happen.
Stay tuned for updates.
I don't know if you knew this, but this blog is art. I'm an artist. Or as we in the marketing industry like to say, I'm a "creative". Ruminate on that.
Amen,
Margaret
P.S. I took a quiz today to see if I would get into Oxford. Based on my score, I would not.
P.P.S. The credit card machine at our local coffee shop wasn't working. They were having to use an old-school slider doohickey. But wait! These days, credit cards don't have the raised numbers. They're not bumpy anymore! How can one make an imprint? One cannot.
Showing posts with label photos. Show all posts
Showing posts with label photos. Show all posts
Monday, September 14, 2015
Tuesday, August 25, 2015
Thursday, August 6, 2015
From the Archives, Edition 9
Unfortunately I'm too exhausted from moving (yay), shopping at Target (yay) eating lots of shrimp tacos (yay) and accidentally asking for the bill instead of the preferred American wording, "the check" (nay), to write a proper blog post tonight.
If anything will take it out of you, it's those four things.
So, today's 'From the Archives' post is simply a couple photos of my dad that I found in a box of old photos in K-town the other day.
Tootles,
Margaret
P.S. One time I wrote a reflective essay about working at the Ultimate Bagel for an English class at Gonzaga. We had to write the essay in class, so no spell-checker. When I got it back, I realized I'd spelled bagel wrong throughout the entire piece. Bagle. I'd written it at least 30 times.
Not sure why I chose to tell you this now. Suppose I felt guilty about not writing very much.
If anything will take it out of you, it's those four things.
So, today's 'From the Archives' post is simply a couple photos of my dad that I found in a box of old photos in K-town the other day.
Tootles,
Margaret
P.S. One time I wrote a reflective essay about working at the Ultimate Bagel for an English class at Gonzaga. We had to write the essay in class, so no spell-checker. When I got it back, I realized I'd spelled bagel wrong throughout the entire piece. Bagle. I'd written it at least 30 times.
Not sure why I chose to tell you this now. Suppose I felt guilty about not writing very much.
Friday, May 15, 2015
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)









