Pants

Seems my pants and I were on the same page this morning

as opposed to other mornings.

When I woke up, I thought, "Today is the day I wear white pants. Today is the day." Then I instantly had two feelings: one of joy and one of dread.

Joy because these are my favorite pair of white pants (as well as my only pair of white pants), and dread because I hadn't worn these particular pants since last summer and also I ate a box of ice cream sandwiches (-1 because I remembered that sharing is caring so I shared with Alan) on Saturday. Plus I ate half a carton of chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream. Still on Saturday. Truth.

 

 

So anyway, I was a little worried about how my ice cream escapades would factor into today's white pants wearing. I'm happy to report that they fit and all was right with the world.

  

 

 

It's all about the small wins, folks.

 

 

 

In other news about clothes, here's a list of facts for you about the ever oppressive bra.

 

And, a bonus little something because I love llamas so much and because I can't stop watching:

 

 

Don't you just die every time?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Yoga

I did some beginner yoga yesterday morning, and it became quite clear quite quickly that I am not that good at yoga.

I was doing okay with the downward dog--stand up--sun something--downward dog--stand up business, but then things got a bit more advanced.

Then they got a little too advanced.

What I'd like to know, Yogi, is why you felt that this

was an appropriate pose for beginners yoga. No one on the World Wide Web is even doing that pose which is why I had to sketch in the most impossible leg position ever.

I determined part of the way through my session that watching someone do yoga is as exhausting as actually doing the yoga, so I laid on the floor in relaxation pose for the rest of the time.

What's good is that my day started out with some type of physical activity. What's not good is that my day ended with half a batch of chocolate chip cookie dough in my belly. At 10pm.

 

Dear Sir or Ma'am

Dear Sir or Ma'am, but most likely Sir, with the obnoxiously loud motorcycle who passes my house at 5:50 every morning:

Shut up. My alarm doesn't go off until 6:02.

With little to no love,

Katie (and I'm assuming Alan)

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Dear Ma'am with the fuchsia wrap dress going up to the 8th floor:

I can see your black lace thong and matching bra right through your dress. So can the middle-aged creeper that's also in this elevator.

With love,

Concerned citizen getting off at the 5th floor

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Dear Sir who looks like Ryan Gossling that I just saw in Post Office Square,

Hi.

Since I'm so awkward, that's all.

With my eternal and undying love for your resemblance to my boyfriend-who-doesn't-know-that-he's-my-boyfriend-yet,

Katie

Today.

What my Friday morning should have been like:

 What my Friday morning was actually like:

First of all, I woke up out of sorts because I slept on the couch so I could cuddle with my cat because he is sick. Again. For the bazillionth time. He wouldn't even snuggle with me until it was already ten minutes after I should have been getting ready for work, so that was a bust.

Then I thought I could wear my hair curly today. That was also a bust....It's always a bust.

When girls complain about their hair, they're all like

 



and I'm like

 



Then I looked in the mirror and realized that I'm actually 13 because, for the fourth day in a row, it looks like I have a mild case of the chicken pox. (Ah, the paradox of using sunscreen on my face. On one hand, my skin will stay beautiful because I won't be wrinkly at 29 from the sun. On the other hand, my skin will be stuck in the 8th grade because I have sensitive skin. Life is really tough.)

Then it was time to give Walter some medicine.

All morning.

 

 

Fifteen minutes and one terrified/miserable cat later, I was ready to leave for work. So I put on my coat (not my favorite coat though because I left that one in Italy....grumblegrumblegrumble) and walked with Alan (what a cutie for walking with me on his day off!) to the train.

 

On the way I got too hot, and the sun was in my eyes because I forgot my sunglasses, and the walk to the train is uphill so I was breathing heavy, and my hair was half wet and half dry and the dry, frizzy parts of my hair kept stroking my face just so I could feel ALLLLLLL the glory of my frizz, and...

 

I had so many First World problems this morning.

 

When I got to the train station, I realized that I didn't bring my book or my Week magazine, so I took one of the Metro newspapers. Big mistake. The first article I opened was about a six year old who is on her 11th surgery after the Boston Bombings. Man I'm an asshole.

 

So I decided that I should be in a little bit better mood, because what's really wrong with having frizzy hair and pimples over the age of 18???

 

 

 

Then the kid in front of me started screaming and crying and he kicked me in the shins mid-tantrum, so then I decided that I hated the world again.

 

And now I feel much better, thank you.

 



 

Peanut Butter Jelly Time

Today is a PB&J kinda day. I don't know what makes a day any more PB&J than another, but this day really just felt like it.

Quite right*.


So I went to Panera Bread and got a PB&J off of the children's menu because no where else seems to have PB&J on their normal adult, working woman lunch menu.

Exactly. I was so excited when my buzzer went off, and then I got to the counter.

I wanted to cry a little.

Worst picture ever, but 1) as an adult, I just ordered a PB&J off of the children's menu in a place swarming with people in business suits, 2) my PB&J came with a GoGurt... which I promptly returned because I'm not, in fact, a child, but thanks, and 3) I didn't want people to think I was taking a sweet Instagram picture of my PB&J because I thought it looked awesome.

I know you can't see what's circled, but allow me to tell you what it is. It's the total cost of the sandwich. The amount in the circle would be $4.48.

Excuse me? I should be able to Instagram my PB&J for that price.

So then I opened the sandwich and wanted to cry again. Please have a look:

 

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Lame. So anyway, I still had a hankerin' for a PB&J when I was finished because the first one fed maybe a three year old... so I got another

Oh alright, like you've never gotten two PB&Js before in your life

 



Good news- the second one really did the trick. Thank Jesus.

*I was in London Heathrow for about an hour and a half yesterday and so now I think I'm British.



 

Girls.

This weekend it was GIRLS GIRLS GIRLS.

On Saturday I had a girly-party at my apartment. What a wonderful thing: girly parties. Lots of good food, plenty of wine, dresses, pretty necklaces and gossip about boys... obviously. I have no pictures, but just imagine that it looked like something on Pinterest. It didn't, but just imagine it did anyway.

Some a-hole prevented Julie from coming in for the weekend (since she was supposed to come on Friday) so my brunch date with Julie and Michelle on Sunday turned into lunch with Michelle on Sunday. What did I have? Heaven.

 

In case you're wondering what that is, it's an open faced smoked ham and Monterey Jack cheese sandwich on banana bread with mango chutney from Parish Cafe on Boylston.

 

 

....Nope, Monterey Jack cheese on banana bread definitely tastes as good, possibly better, than skinny feels. But thanks for your input.

 



Then we went shopping and bought perfume.

Afterwards I saw Jessica, and we took a walk around the North End and Waterfront, which I followed up with the last 57 minutes of Sex and the City 2 and an asparagus gruyere tart and carrot cake cupcake as soon as I got home.

What a fantastic weekend.

So fantastic, in fact, that you'd think I would have slept peacefully, likesuchas:

No such luck. Last night I thought there were mice in my room while I was trying to fall sleep. Turns out it was just the wind blowing the string for the blinds all over the wall. Then I woke up at 4am for no reason. Then, I woke up at 6:18am in a panic because I thought I slept past my alarm. I proceeded to wake Alan up in a panic, again. Good thing we still had another whole hour to sleep. It was a tough night all around.

Also, at some point in the night, I took out one of my earrings while I was sleeping. At least I was responsible enough to put the back back on and put it on my nightstand...

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...What's tough about a blog is that I'm blogging even though nothing that cool happened in my life. So thanks for sticking with it to the end. That was really kind of you.

 

I am most upset, and other updates.

1. HOW... HOW IN GOD'S NAME DID I MISS THIS?

I am le mis.

2. I wonder if every red head in this city knows that I have a crush on them. Seriously.

3. Yesterday, Jessica and I went for a run down Commonwealth and stopped over on Newbury St. to get as close to Boylston St. without being pummeled by the FBI as possible. I didn't take any pictures because I didn't think it was appropriate, but man is it eerie. And it's sad.

4. Knowing that there are so many news anchors here, I've been on the lookout for faces I might recognize. I saw Scott Pelley from CBS news yesterday after my run. He has very dewy skin. Also, I'm pretty sure that for .3 seconds I was on National News because I walked right behind him while the camera was rolling. I hope America saw my high waisted pants, sweaty hair, and general state of disorder and it provided them with a few moments of light laughter and distraction. No autographs, please.

5. Today I thought I saw Anderson Cooper casually eating lunch in Post Office Square. Turns out it was not him. I guess I forgot that if Anderson Cooper were eating lunch in Post Office Square, it wouldn't be so casually.

6. I can't wait until my Fruit & Vegetable CSA starts showing up.

...

 I don't really have any further comments on this, I just want it to start showing up is all.

7. I'm still taking pictures of Winston & Walter.

I realize that it's the same exact picture every time, even though I'm taking them on different days, but I can't stop.

That bean bag is for lovers.

You can smoosh their faces if you want to.