I took myself to Battery Park this afternoon because I’m assuming this will be the last weekend when it’s warm enough for me to leave the apartment. It’s getting awfully close to that Month of December and I’m nervous it will be even more painful than last year when I lived off of frozen burritos and delivered pizza.

Kidding. Sort of.

SML stayed at home because he’s become obsessed with going back to school to earn a Ph.D. With no one to correct my thinking and in conjunction with my new book about happiness, I spent $3.00 on a snacked-sized bag of gummy fruit. I was told that it would go towards the purchase of new music equipment at a Brooklyn high school, but I suspect it was for something much more sinister considering how many times I was blessed even after I haggled the price from $4.00 to $3.00.

Wait, did I just say SML was applying to get his Ph.D.? Where did this guy come from? It seems like it was just yesterday when he was graduating from BU and I was giggling in the corner with his parents about how it was so obvious that he was going to go back to school. “No, No, No!” was SML’s response to this but I mean, c’mon. When has SML not wanted to study instead of, um, for instance…watch reruns of the BBC The Vicar of Dibley.

What.

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