It’s Like We Kissed

January 3, 2012 at 5:09 pm | Posted in Office Humor | 4 Comments
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Welcome to 2012, dear reader(s)!  Today hasn’t been an easy day for most of us.  I’m sure you all know what I mean: just getting out of bed took a herculean effort, and trying to get back into the swing of things at work?  Well, let’s just say it’s going to take a while.

I had high hopes for 2012, I really did.  This was gonna be my year!  The year when my house became a home, when my job became less “OMG!” and turned into more “FTW,” the year when I finally became a grown-up and stopped making ridiculous mistakes.

It’s January 3 and I’ve already disappointed myself by doing something dumb.  I was in a meeting in Dark Water Fowl’s legal eagle’s office this afternoon and took a sip of water.  From his water glass.  I didn’t realize what I was doing until I finished about half the cup!  And then it hit me, and I didn’t know what to do.

Try as I might, I could barely focus on the “Ts and Cs,” as lawyer-types refer to them, we were discussing.  Instead, I was trying to figure out what to do: admit that I had inadvertently hydrated myself on his water?  Or pretend I didn’t notice and everything was normal and fine and that I hadn’t just co-mingled cooties?  What would a grown-up do?!?!

I left the meeting without acknowledging my faux pas, and I left his half-drunk cup of water on his desk, complete with my Chapstick lip imprint.

When I returned to my desk, I told my colleagues what I had done, and they couldn’t help but tease me.  “It’s like you kissed!” cried one; “That was CLASSIC!” chortled the other.  I was mortified.  But I figured that grown-ups always admit their mistakes, so I had to march back into his office and fess up.

As I shared my little blunder, I noticed he was making a disgusted face.  Great, I thought, he’s totally grossed out!  He probably thinks I have some horrific communicable disease.

But I was wrong.

“You drank that?!” he exclaimed.  “That cup of water has been sitting on my desk since before Christmas!  That’s disgusting!”

Cheers, dear reader(s).

And Happy New Year!

Finding Our Home Sweet Home

May 11, 2011 at 8:16 am | Posted in Around Boston, Home Ownership, Married Life | 8 Comments
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Well, dear reader(s), Andrew and I have taken yet another step toward the impending doom that is adulthood (Kidding!  Mostly.).  After just a month of house-hunting, we pulled the trigger and are under contract to buy a home in a lovely Boston suburb.  We’re saying goodbye to the days of renting (read: the joy of having someone else plow, garden and perform maintenance) and hello to the days of home ownership (read: the pride of having our own place, and all the fabulosity of back-breaking upkeep and renovations).  Yay!

Buying My First House, A Self Portrait

I’m gonna level with you, folks: buying a home is STRESSFUL!  If you think planning a wedding is the pits, you’ll be even less psyched when the time comes to buy your first home.  Why?  I don’t know.  It makes no sense.  But for some reason, the idea of signing a 30-year mortgage is far scarier than committing to one person for the rest of your life.

I’d like to think that it’s because spending forever with someone so well-suited to me isn’t frightening in the least – that I’ve found my better half and that, just like in the movies, we’re headed for a happily ever after complete with rainbows sparkling over all our picnic dates and puppies who never pee in the house.

But let’s be honest: it’s a numbers game.  I never give “till death do us part” a numerical second thought (probably because I want it to be a long, long, long, long time).  But there’s a BIG number associated with this grown-up step.  Thinking about how much money we’ll be paying over the next three decades frightens the rhymes-with-spit out of me.  Seriously, despite what Patrick Swayze said, mortgages would put Baby in the corner.

All kidding aside, we’re really excited about our first home, and our families are, too.  In fact, they’ve already volunteered to help us begin renovating Chez L-ski after we close on the house Memorial Day Weekend.  I’m not sure they know what they’re in for, but we appreciate their kindness (and potential naiveté).


Please Pass the Hearing Aids…

December 15, 2009 at 11:33 am | Posted in Around Boston | 1 Comment
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Last night I met up with some good friends that I hadn’t seen in ages. As former (and some still current) employees of a company in Cambridge, we became friends as we took our first steps into adulthood… in other words, we met at our first jobs!

During that time, we learned to behave like worker bees. Sure, there were the occasional inter-departmental pranks (“securing” office supplies directly onto desks, taking over computers remotely, and two words: Princess Razzles), the crazy bets (mustard sandwiches, Bubble Tape overload, and yes, I did win $100 for potching some guy at a bar – but don’t worry, I got permission first) and the always entertaining vocabulary lessons (verb: to g-roll someone, relationship status as real estate terms, and the origins of “hadji” in Greek familial nomenclature), but for the most part, we were letting go of our carefree college days and figuring out how to become responsible, gainfully employed adults.

It has been more years than some of us care to admit since those early days and a lot has changed in our lives, so last night we gathered to celebrate all the “adult” steps we have recently taken: engagements, marriage, step-parenthood, discussion of the best time in our relationships and careers to have children, etc.

Apparently we have all managed to grow up! In fact, after years of happy hours and late nights together, we found ourselves enjoying a new after-dinner drink: the very mature, tasty and relaxing brew, hot tea! After all, we had to drive back to the suburbs to make it home to bed at a reasonable hour…

So here’s to friends growing older and wiser together! Cheers!


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