i enjoy long walks to the grocery store, cooking for friends, relaxing at home, going to bed early, getting enough exercise, catching up on my shows, and periodically reminding people that i am not 85 years old.
talking about myself.
talking about my grandfather.
talking to strangers.
cooking and baking.
knowing what i want.
not following cookbooks.
not judging you, yet.
getting mothers to love me.
being completely uninterested in your cat(s).
not taking compliments well. at all.
thinking i am saving money.
i have a hard time watching that same movie twice, unless it's the family stone? don't worry, i do this in private and will not ask you to participate.
the comeback. nothing even comes close to the brilliance of it.
but also transparent, the handmaid's tale, big little lies, broad city, gilmore girls and enlightened really get me going.
spotify playlists made by my friends.
the soundtrack to dear evan hansen.
the soundtrack to hamilton.
i feel like i need to list the soundtrack to hamilton again, actually.
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. saving this spot for you.
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.