The Mormon version of Sex and the City has finally reconvened after a long holiday hiatus. We met up this afternoon at Teasim downtown.
Teasim - not my favorite. I don't do well with Asian food that's not Thai or Chinese. Tea - not my thing. Sushi - not my thing. Tofu noodle salad - not my thing. Niki asked why I bothered to even go! Hello! The company! I suffered for the common good. Nothing on the menu sounded the least bit appetizing, but I managed to pay 10 bucks for something. Next time, I'll veto any Teaism vote.
Today's hilarious single female consenus: It's better to be a homewrecker than a spinster.
(Explanation - we get kicked out of the singles congregations upon turning 31, and have to go to a family congregation with lots of screaming children. Many married women there don't work - we're single and have nothing in common with these housewives, getting along better with the husbands of the group, discussing work issues, etc. It's only natural. And we don't like cats).
Let's go back and see what I was doing in February. It was still covid times and winter. Terrible combo. But apparently not super terrib...
Him: You're like McDonalds. (Me thinking "Huh?") Him: I'm lovin it. No, actually I'm loving it.
My friend Sabra put together a private class at Citrus Pear dinners over the summer, and I was stoked to try it out. You head to a local gro...
I was already in bed just now, computer turned off and put away when I saw a cheesy lame late-night commercial for some super-great 80s CD c...