I've been watching Saturday Night Live since the fifth grade. (The cool kids were watching it, therefore I had to watch it. I also liked watching L.A. Law. I guess you can say my tv tastes haven't changed that much in 20 years.) Back then, the biggest challenge was staying up late enough to see all of SNL. I considered it a win if I made it to the first musical number.
Collectively, our class liked SNL so much that, inspired by the political humor of the show, we put on a sketch at Christmas based on the trial of Sadaam Hussein. (It was 1990. We were very topical.) Each class performed a skit at the holidays. I don't know why, but it was fun. I played Nancy Reagan in the trial. It wasn't long after the Reagan years, and we had to have a role for every student, so it seemed appropriate. I wore a red jacket and had one line when I took my place in front of the entire upper school, "Just say no to drugs."
When I find an article of clothing that I like, I tend to
buy it in at least two colors. My more frugal sister thinks that this is crazy,
but I figure that if you find something you like, you might as well have more
than one. Who knows when you’ll find something you like as much again? What if
something happens to the first one, and then you’ve lost your favorite shirt? I
think I’m being practical, but I also think Tina Fey and I would be besties if
only we ever met, so take that for what you will.
A few weeks ago, a friend and I were out running some
errands. I had on my relatively standard uniform of black flip flops and black
yoga pants as well as a new shirt from Anthropologie that I thought was so
adorable and comfy. (So adorable and comfy that I bought it in two colors. I’d
probably have it in three if they hadn’t gone off sale. It’s called the slouch
shirt. I wasn’t going to read into that.)
After driving around for a bit, I realized I hadn’t had my
morning Diet Coke (yes, morning), and I decided to pull into the gas station.
My friend said that she wanted a Diet Coke, too.
I stepped into the store and picked up two Diet Cokes and a
Powerade for good measure. (You can never be too hydrated on questionable
This is not a post about politics. This is a post about mistaken identity. If you’re going to get all worked up about politics, please save us both the headache and stop reading now.
I love to get the mail.* It’s like a daily dose of presents. I even enjoy catalogs, and I read Clipper magazine. (I’m not sure you can call that reading, but I flip through it and cut out restaurant coupons like I’m going to use them rather that just chucking it in the recycling bin straight away.) Of course, I’m human and don’t like bills, but sadly, there are days I’d take bills to an empty mailbox.
When we have to stop the mail while we’re out of town, and an entire week’s worth of postal goodies arrives at once, you’d think I’d won the lottery.