The Pizza Hut signs around here say Pizza Hut Italian Bistro. This cracks me up. I'm not going to pretend that I don't have an unhealthy love for Pizza Hut breadsticks, but come on, Hut, Italian Bistro? Really?
I would like to pitch a class to the University of Wisconsin that I would be only too glad to teach. It would be called Crosswalks 101. Topics covered would include: 1) Walking your lazy ass the extra five yards down to the corner before running out into traffic. 2) No Means No: How to handle a DON'T WALK situation.
Alternately, watch for an upcoming post entitled How I Ran Over a Nineteen Year-Old in the Middle of the Damn Street and Why I Am Not Sorry.
I was feeling all proud of myself the other day when I realized, as I walked into Target, that I was for once going there not wearing an entire Target outfit. My skirt came from Banana Republic. Ha! (Ok, the outlet.) Then I realized that my shoes, purse, and sunglasses all came from Target. Ok, fine, Target. You've made your point. You own me.
A good high school friend of mine used to live in Madison, but we lost touch, so I googlestalked her and found that she is back here. We used to call her Grammar Girl in high school and so when I went to write a We haven't talked in eight years, but I'm moving to Madison WILL YOU BE MY FRIEND? email, I paid extra attention to my grammar. Because what if I said "you and I" when I meant "you and me" and then she thought that I had clearly not turned out well? Right, like you've never judged anyone harshly based solely on their grammar. Really, you haven't? Weird.
Here's a survey I've been conducting among friends: At a party, is it better to be the socially crippled girl or the really drunk girl? Please weigh in.