Hi internet! Remember me! I’m back! Thought I’d kick off my “backness” with a drawing of my favorite little trouser shoes. Poor little right one lost its heel. Sadly, I think they’re a little too worn to fix but with the wonders of the world wide web I’ve found another pair to order. Phew!

Okay, no promises here… but I’m posting for the first time in, gulp, FOREVER.*

New Years was fabulous. My TBPOMD cohort Lisa and I went with the husbands, and friends Jen and Matt, to a concert. The lead singer had a very “Jesus who lives in Brooklyn” look. We rang in the new year eating tacos, watching Weekend at Bernie’s, drinking sloe gin. So far the year is off to a great start.

*Thanks to my fabulous M.I.L., Gretchen, for gently nudging me into this post.

Sometimes you rifle through the kitchen long enough looking for dinner that you end up with a plate full of frozen waffles, a few abandoned chicken apple sausages and a huge smile on your face.

We live about 3 blocks from a VERY tasty pie shop. With flavors like  salty honey, salted caramel apple, grapefruit custard, and bourbon pear crumble, I can’t stay away.

Ok so maybe Jess’s 30th birthday was over a month ago… have I mentioned “whateva, whateva I do what I want?” Welcome to Club 30 my dear friend!

Hieronymus has a new piece of office equipment: The 4 cup French press. It’s helping to keep the entire staff very alert and awake.

Free trial week of yoga right by work with awesome class times? Naaaaaaaaaamaste!

It takes a lot for me to exercise. In fact, just thinking about putting on stretchy pants and sweating voluntarily is enough to make me want to drink. Don’t get me wrong, I’m jealous of my friends that are training for marathons, sweating it out in Bikram yoga and biking through Prospect Park for fun. So when my good friend Elizabeth hatched the plan to go to pilates on Wednesday and then get a drink on Thursday, I was intrigued. I always have the BEST time when we get drinks together and this outing was no exception!

The only problem is that now I have sore abs AND a hangover.

Chris showed me a video of Emma Stone talking with Ellen about her fear of spiders. (If you watch the video, jump to the 50 second mark.)

That got us to talking about our biggest fears. WHY would someone waste time being afraid of spiders, needles, heights or roller coasters? Encounters with these things are all pretty controlled and never end in a gruesome headline. What’s my biggest fear, you ask? A stranger on the subway stabbing me with a shiv made out of an old toothbrush.

BOOM. I encourage Emma Stone to move to New York and get a little creative.

This is a roundabout way of saying that the best part of my day was watching videos with Chris and giggling for hours.

The grocery store close to our apartment (or the “closery,” as we call it) just started stocking Scharffen Berger chocolate bars. They charge $2.50 a bar (instead of the $7 that Union Market charges) which only fuels the fires of my addiction. This is now the official afternoon treat at Hieronymus.