Work, Overheard Statement, Shoes

So, I go back to work tomorrow.  I technically had today off even though i was in Watts for two hours this morning.  However, now that I'm done with Camps, I have a much lighter work load that's going to let me get on with life and give me a lot more free time.  I've never really talked about it, but I try to keep my work thoughts out of my online life...things are just a tad too permanent and public.  Which is fine, but I'm trying to remain decorous.  As Theresa Foster so elegantly put it, "I don't care who you are or what you do so long as you're not trashy."

---

One of my Latina friends catered a Passover Seder recently.  Every person at the event called her "Maria" the entire time.

---

I need to say something real.  Something mean.  Attention all women going to the art museum:  I'm not saying that you're sensible low chunky heels aren't cute, I am saying though that an art museum (especially a contemporary art museum) is little more than a reverberating chamber of walls and hardwood floors.  Thus, the sound of viewing art is you're goose-stepping to the room with Mark Rothkos in it.  In short, wear flats.  There, I said it.