Overheard in New Orleans

My dear husband and I were in New Orleans a few days back, walking back to our hotel after a lovely dinner.  We were near the arena where the Pelicans play, and the game had just ended so the streets were full of fans.  We passed by a young man in his early 20s having a telephone conversation.  As we walked by, we heard him say:

"Yeah, I don't know what was up with him.  At halftime he just goes, 'My butthole hurts.  I'm going home.' And he just left."

This is how I will announce my departure from everything from now on. 

It's important to keep in touch

One of my new year's resolutions was to keep in better touch with friends and family, but I am fairly rotten at it. This is not because I don't love you! It is beacuse I am supremely lazy, and also probably because I am selfish. But this is stupid, because it is so easy to make a phone call. I hereby promise to make more phone calls! Expect a call from me soon! I'll be following the lead of this young gentleman, Corbin Fleming. He didn't let the fact that he was in the Oval Office stop him from doing the right thing.


I will also buy new Converse. Corbin's kicks are rad.

Phone convo I had today

One of our site directors called me this morning with a question and we had this little exchange:

Director - Amelia, this is [Site Director] from [Historic Site].
Me - Oh hi [Director]! How are you?
Director - WHACKY!! How are you?

Name omitted to protect the whacky.