The problem with writing this blog after midnight is that the chances have increased exponentially that I will see the mouse running across the kitchen floor. The mouse. Yep, I am pretending there is only one. But one is enough to make me sweat and cry at every glimpse. And scream for Bryan to awake from slumber. Please oh please, several blog readers, tell me how to get rid of it. Even humanely. Please.
I was having trouble deciding what to blog about. Here were my choices:
(A) My law firm’s Summer Party on Friday night. 1,000 people dressed up, some with a “50s Prom” theme. There was a marching band. A confetti drop. And hula hoops. And flag girls. Where did they dig flag girls out in the UK?? And I broke a cardinal rule known to every once and former employment lawyer: don’t drink at an office party. I managed to shriekily converse with the managing party of the entire firm and also lose my ATM and subway cards. Which some mysterious man returned to my office yesterday. Which then begs the important question: um, why did he wait three days?
(B) The rest of our weekend which was lovely and involved engagement drinks for a friend and seeing Alice in Wonderland in an open air theatre in the park. Tim Burton is kind of awesome. Who knew.
(C) Jonah is the cutest baby/toddler. It’s true so deal with it.
(Or if you’re a Judgy type, you’re just focused on the pacifier/dummy in his mouth. Boo to you.)
(D) The sad reality that my grocery store has finally caved in completely to the Amerikanskies.
(E) The Mall. I dragged Bryan and Jonah to The Mall Saturday night. We’re sort of secretly very taken with it. I have blogged about it before. But why not a deeper look…
Look how upscale the “food court” is. Not a McDonald’s to be seen. Only high-end international “street food” served on real plates with real utensils (this is an aspect of British life that I will heart forever and ever: their distaste for paper products at a meal.)
Also at the toy store I was pleased to see that in the all-encompassing reality of selling “toys” to young girls that replicate all the less desirable aspects of growing up stereotypically female, you can buy a complete array of fake cleaning products. Hey kids, LET’S IRON!!!
And there is a mall map guide that will basically GPS/satnav your route to the store you want to find.
(F) My mom.
She’s here now visiting for a few weeks. Bonding with the J man. Cleaning up after us and watching The Bachelorette with me. It’s good to have mommy.