I’ve noticed that medium-size life disappointments have a tendency to be mercifully bitter sweet, but this one… it’s just bitter. I am too sick to go see Heather Armstrong, one of my idols, as she kicks off her book tour in Manhattan tonight. Also, this morning, I had to cancel a Hey Brooklyn interview with a husband and wife duo who own a bakery and make, among other things, butterscotch brownies. BUTTERSCOTCH! BROWNIES! I’m missing out on butterscotch brownies and Heather Armstrong. This is officially the worst day in the world. Ever. Total. Infinity.
photo from dooce.com
Wow, that does suck! I’m sorry.
Mary
24 Mar 09 at 4:38 pm
ohno! feel better! I wish I would have known that she was going to be here…I really have to keep up with Dooce better. I’ve been slacking. I love her. she’s so cool and such a nut.
Chessa!
24 Mar 09 at 7:15 pm
BUTTERSCOTCH BROWNIES??? Oh Amber, you know how I love brownies. You need to get well NOW!
Chris Cavs
25 Mar 09 at 11:20 pm