This is some bullcrap right here. No holidays in the fast-paced, mission-critical world of high-end cosmetic distribution.

Bull

Crap.

Also, is it weird that children’s work gloves are a thing?

When you’re fun-sized you wear little kid gardening gloves.

Daybeer at the Higland Games, Fair Hill, MD

Kryptonite.

The best part about getting along with your ex-husband is that you can spend 45 minutes texting each other “Anchorman” quotes after not having spoken for months.

Especially when your current boyfriend, who is clearly missing an important gene or something, thinks Anchorman is the stupidest movie ever.  Luckily for him I already loved him when I found that out.  

• I am an inconsistent tumblrer.
• I got a giant fountain drink on the way home from work; it was glorious.
• Fountain drinks make me have to pee even more than beer, so
• BRB, peeing
• ‘Kay I’m back.
• May has been pretty excellent so far. April sucked ass, so I’m glad May is shaping up.
• Currently listening to baseball on AM radio the way God intended.
• 3-0 O’s; Chen vs Sabathia.  Sabathia’s struggling.
• A bad CC Sabathia night is a good Elizabeth night.
• I’m trying to decide between cheap community center yoga and fancy studio yoga.
• Community center: down the street, inexpensive, but may be crowded and impersonal.
• Yoga studio: variety, attention, but is in a downtown area that was apparently designed by Daedalus the urban planner.
• Third option is the hippie artspace, which I’d love to support but their classes are slightly above my re-beginner level.
• Maybe I’ll take belly dance instead.
• I’ve got plenty of belly for it.
• I have a freezer full of Brooklyn bagels.  Life is good.
• And finally:
• I wonder if the new Yankee catcher has a chin?

Not bad for just walking up to the the ticket booth. Couldn’t do this at Fenway.

Not bad for just walking up to the the ticket booth. Couldn’t do this at Fenway.

Well, I wanted to go somewhere to watch the game, so.