With Boyfriend in India, I’ve decided to change things up a bit around here from my standard “here’s some stuff I want to buy!” and do a sort of personal, day-in-review each day. I’ll include tid-bits about my day, things I would normally have told him over dinner together, and some photos (mostly of Fitz). I’ll post about the day prior every morning for the next 2 weeks.
I forgot to bring my book with me when I left the house yesterday (still ploughing through Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy at a snail’s pace), so I took the time to really appreciate my commute. Did you know I pass by the Phillies stadium every morning and that I can see it from my office window? Don’t be jealous, Lauren. One day I’ll take you to a game here.
My commute home varies, sometimes I take the bus back, sometimes I take the subway, and sometimes my coworker Maurin will drive me. As someone that doesn’t own a car, I will never, ever turn down free rides home. Yesterday as we were leaving, I was waiting in the lobby of our building for Maurin to grab her stuff, and I noticed that the wood paneling that lines the walls runs all the way up to the ceiling. I’ve been working here a year and a half and somehow never noticed it. To be fair, I work on the first floor.
I know on Friday I promised you a picture of me modeling my new glasses, but when the arrived I didn’t like them and thought it was better to renege on a promise than post a picture where I looked ridiculous (this being the internet and all, where nothing is ever forgotten). I should have just gone with the Huxleys, because the Webbs are just too small on my apparently melon-sized head. But because Warby Parker is amazing, they’re doing an even exchange and sending me a pair of Huxleys in crystal. All I had to do was pop on the prepaid return label for the Webbs. So when the Huxleys come, I promise you an action-shot for real this time. Unless these too look silly, in which case I’ll post a picture of Fitz wearing them. I might do that anyway.
I’m going to admit something to you guys that I know will garner supreme judgement, but: I spent the majority of Monday night watching The Real Housewives of New York. We’re talking a 4 hour marathon. Why is there so much trashy tv on in marathon format? Between this and Gossip Girl I’ve done nothing but sit on the couch. Is this a gift from the Relationship Gods who understand my plight? Or is it standard and one of those things you miss when you’re trying to impress your significant other with your ability to not succumb to reality television? I’m going with the latter.
So yeah, I’m all caught up on this season of both the New York and New Jersey housewives (don’t judge). During commercials I vacuumed, and managed to get all of the tumbleweeds of Fitz’s hair off the first floor and the sofa. Vacuuming sofa cushions and watching grown socialites bitch at each other, what an exciting night. Might explain why Fitz was looking at me like this:
You’ll have to excuse the grainy quality, it’s impossible to get a decent shot of him indoors without messing with the levels a ton. Otherwise he looks like a giant black blob. A cute blob, but a blob nonetheless.