i am in search of my own baby at the airport, which is partially why i am always in an airport. also, i travel all the time for work.
talking about myself.
talking about my grandfather.
talking to strangers.
cooking and baking.
knowing what i want.
not following cookbooks.
not judging you, just yet.
getting mothers to love me.
being completely uninterested in your cat(s).
not taking compliments well. at all.
thinking i am saving money.
or they say i look like the lovechild of ryan reynolds and mark ruffalo.
either one, really, but i am partial to the latter.
waiting for guffman and everything else by christopher guest.
the family stone and every other movie where dinner tables and emotions go hand in hand.
party girl and house of yes and yes, i am naming my first child parker pelosi as an homage.
mix tapes/cds/playlists made by my friends- my own music taste is not to be trusted or shared or talked about at all really.
everything my grandmother made when she was alive and i make now that she isn't.
2. my big box of family recipes
3. a tube of chapstick
4. san francisco
5. the long island medium, the barefoot contessa, susan miller and suze orman. i count them as one singular supreme being.
6. you, hopefully
i also have a list of things i COULD DO WITHOUT, in case you were wondering.
i still can't get over this episode, yet literally no one seems to remember it except an art history professor i had in college who used it in a lecture. he got it. he gets me.
10% trying to hear what you are saying at a bar (still not drinking) while many tiny gays run around me like i am a maypole.
you have been looking at my instagram: @grossypelosi.