meanwhile, back at the ranch...

i'm a little embarrassed.

i lead such a comparatively uninteresting life. my weekend consisted of working, eating and running. and truth be told, that's how i spend most of my time. when my blogmate (who i can't acronymize properly because it makes her "mb," which would really throw me off) got home from her rowdy wedding festivities and said "so how was your weekend?" i only had "it was fine! i learned how to make cornish game hens and pilot my new meat thermometer!" and whereas my good blogmate (ooooohh... mgb?) returned from our sex-and-the-city-like dinner to clever although rather unnecessarily deflating comments about her scandalous behavior, i returned home to my boyfriend (mb; you can see where this gets confusing) serenely sitting on the couch with a book, looking up only to ask "can you give me an example of a paradox?" far from scandalous.

to be fair, the paradox conversation was a little funny. you try to come up with good examples after helping down a bottle of pinot noir. but mostly, i'm very excited that if i can't be the girl who spends her time kissing her gay friends and punk rock acquaintances and staying out until three, at least i get to be friends with that girl, and feel a little cooler by association.