Five Good Things: Frances Houseman Edition

1. Oh HEY it’s a long weekend, and we are going to wring it out for all it is worth. A partial agenda: boot shopping, tourteau de chevre, a manicure/pedicure, drastic novel reconstruction, and the Topsfield Fair. Amy says maybe they have a bearded lady!

2. I was feeling like a really good girlfriend last night because I came home with a bagful of marshmallow pumpkins for Tom, except that when I walked in the door he was like “Oh here, I got you this watch because you got promoted at work.”  Which, I mean, I sort of did, but it wasn’t really a big deal, and definitely not the kind of thing that required a (badass, super cool, I cannot wait to wear it) congratulatory timepiece. (PS: Mike, if you’re reading this, I know you like stories about Tom being mushy, so consider this an engagement gift from me to you. Sorry that weird Boston water got you again last weekend.)

3. Last night was Italian Stallion Jersey Shore night at H&J’s, which meant lasagna, garlic bread, and two glorious hours of DJ Pauly D. I made Ina’s plum crunch with apples and pears which, while not Italian, was delicious with a giant ice cream mountain on top.

4. Taylor is reading this blog! Taylor and I were RAs together in college and I had a big girl crush on her because she was funny as shit and had great hair. She taught me about rolling down the hall in a laundry cart, only one of many small residence hall pleasures. Now she lives in LA and is fancy. What up, Taylor. I’m glad you’re here.

5. Jezebel says Dirty Dancing is the Greatest Movie of All Time, and any idiot knows you don’t argue with Jezebel.