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It’s dirty work, but somebody’s gotta stream it.
Right on cue, it’s the most wonderful time of the year. Not because of parties for hosting and marshmallows for toasting, but rather, Spotify Wrapped. If you’re a music lover like I am, you eagerly await the results of your year-end Spotify recap with barely concealed glee. Top song, total minutes listened, favorite artist, it’s…
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The holidays are a really big dill.
We have a couple of very clingy cats. Which is better than having aloof ones, I suppose…but it gets to be a bit much sometimes. If five minutes pass after sitting down without Laverne or Shirley (often both) jumping onto our laps, curling up, and catching some zzzs, it’s a miracle. This isn’t an issue…
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How to earn $575 an hour by complaining.
I was sitting in the lunchroom at CheeseGov this afternoon, reading my Kindle (We Need to Talk About Kevin, because nothing screams the holidays like a magical, lighthearted romp about a fictional school massacre), when I overheard a conversation between coworkers two tables down. “Hey, Sarah,” one of the women said. “How was your Thanksgiving?”…
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Price check on aisle 238.
Welp, just like that, my favorite holiday is over and done with (though Cow Milked While Flying in an Airplane Day is right around the corner, so that’s something to look forward to). Well, Christmas too, I suppose. I pointed out to Tara that this was our 14th Thanksgiving together. Timely, as 14 is our…
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I didn’t have getting murdered on my bingo card.
OK, look. I’m not easily frightened. Never been afraid of the dark, or clowns, or spiders, or anything else that is generally deemed “scary.” But when you’re walking up a shadowy set of stairs and come face-to-face with this on the landing, you try to avoid letting out a scream! I nearly jumped out of…
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Talk about a chilly reception.
Wednesday morning, I awoke to find the following email from my mom. It’s 3:40 am, at the Prague airport flying to Amsterdam, then pdx. This was odd, considering my parents weren’t anywhere near the Czech Republic, unless they’d secretly flown to Europe without telling me. This seemed unlikely, as they’d just returned from a week…
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