Sassy Black Friend

Tiresome? Yes they are

I have good news and bad news. Both are the same information – my mother is visiting for a week. That’s good because she loves home improvement projects and now that the weather is getting nicer, that’s what I’m all about right now.

I mean, there are not a lot of other people who want to spend all day measuring walls and angles, and researching the best choice of Amish fireplaces. Gotta love her for that.

But, on the other hand, all of this time together means plenty of opportunity for her to hassle me about my job and leaving DC. For whatever reason she doesn’t think I should stay here forever, and can’t wait for me to – as she puts it – “move onto the next phase.” I thought that was code for marriage and kids, but I think she really just wants me to live in a suburb somewhere and have a job that involves going into an office everyday. Sigh.

Bad mob

Um, I hate to do this, but I have to, Philly teens. This:

Police arrested 18 juveniles for disorderly conduct this afternoon after a large group of teens became unruly in Center City, police said.

Store owners on the 1400 block of Chestnut Street called police about 4:15 p.m. after a large fight broke out near a CVS drug store, said Lt. Frank Vanore, police spokesman.

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In May, more than 100 young people gathered along South Street, ransacked a convenience store, and attacked several taxis. A bicyclist was severely beaten, and a 21-year-old man was arrested.

Is NOT a flash mob. Sheesh. Kids today

More and more…

As I may have mentioned (hysterically) recently, I’m feeling a little too responsible lately. So, instead of researching online life insurance like a good girl, I’ve been slacking. Not that the subject isn’t interesting, it really is.

But nothing could be as interesting as eating cold pizza for breakfast, watching 80s movies all morning and shopping all afternoon.

Tomorrow I have some work I can’t skip, but after that I’m kidnapping the boyfriend and we’re going to Baltimore. Fun, fun, fun.

Can’t be this grown up

Seriously, I can’t. It isn’t possible. I’m having an actual conversation about replacing a water heater. Must stop it. I thought I was grown up enough having a mortgage, more than three sets of matching towels and an electric blanket I can locate without a flashlight and a map.

But this has gone too far. The next thing you know I’ll be discussing home equity in bars and wearing sensible shoes. To hell with that. I’m bailing on the rest of my work day and going to a movie. So there. Who’s grown up now?

Pshaw!

Don’t get your facts all over Michael Steele’s talking points.

This was the best black guy Republicans could find?

Enough lying?

Could it be possible? In the Senate? Maybe…