I mean, it's no Hah-vahd

Met a couple of guys out, and we started talking about colleges. One guy went to Duke (the horror!) and his buddy said he went to Yale. And the conversation just stopped. I don't know what to say to that - congratulations? On being rich and smart? So he picked up his cigar and walked away. Maybe I'm still bitter because I got rejected from Yale. Elitist bastards. (I kid, I kid.)

This wouldn't have happened to Pigpen

I love A Charlie Brown Thanksgiving. Especially the fact that they eat toast, popcorn, pretzels and jelly beans for Thanksgiving dinner - sounds like something you could find on my table. But I do have a slight issue with this:

Why is poor Franklin sitting all by himself? Is the Peanuts gang racist?? There are four people (well, three and a dog) across from him - Peppermint Patty couldn't have taken one for the team and moved?  She could still sit by Marcy...

Team Franklin.

Burnt umber Monday?

Happy Thanksgiving week! My beef - er, turkey - of the day: so many stores are opening on Thursday evening these days, it shouldn't even be called Black Friday anymore. Should we start going with Black Thursday? I used to love going to the mall on Black Friday, but now avoid it like the Black Plague. This Black Friday I'll be laying low, maybe see a movie, but refusing to buy anything. Until Cyber Monday, that is.

My dog might be a nudist

...All of a sudden, she refuses to wear sweaters. She literally bounces around the apartment, so excited to go out, and when I shove on her sweater, she does this:

Just stands perfectly still and stares at me. I had to pick her up and carry her onto the elevator this morning. So I'm thinking either she's a fashionista and knows how hideous these sweaters are (this particular one was a gift from the dog-walker), or else she prefers au naturel. But I'm sorry - it's 30-something degrees outside! Weirdo.

Thumbs the word

I'm a (not very) simple girl with (not very) simple pleasures. And if all my shirts and sweaters had this feature, I would be simply giddy:

I love a good thumb-hole. (That's what she said?) Keeps the sleeves down and looks damn good in my humble opinion. I would go around punching holes in all my shirts if I didn't think they would unravel and rip...

Thumbs up on the thumb-hole.

Whoa, mama (literally)

This is what new mom Kim Kardashian wore yesterday:

Good lord, woman. Put those things away. I beg you. (although I'm sure your baby is SUPER happy.)

Sirious panic attack

Lately when I turn to one certain radio station in my car, the screen says FUEL HEMMORHAGE. Now upon first seeing this, I thought my car was trying to tell me something - like I had a gas leak. But it turns out it's a song. By Fuel. Weirdly this was two days ago and it still says FUEL HEMMORHAGE, so fingers crossed I don't stall out on the highway this afternoon.