Tag: Evany
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boxed in.
“The Kattbank (via Design*Sponge, of course) is very pretty, and it comes in a satisfying array of colors, but at a whopping $1750, my sphincter says what? Also, do our friends want to sit atop a bench packed with feces? Don’t answer.” Evany is on a hilarious search for the perfect litter box.
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worlds colliding
While Evany thinks it’s the coolest thing to excuse out of an art show by saying you’re busy last-minute shopping for a ball gown, I think it’s much more awesome to do all first introductions with people you idolize by shouting, “I HAVE GO BUY COOKING OIL!” And it’s true that only AB would email…
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book tour info: los angeles
Tonight, 7:30. Barnes and Noble at The Grove, I’ll be reading from Why Moms Are Weird, answering questions and handing out gifts. Special guests AB Chao and something shiny. [And thank you, Evany, for making these readings sound super-sexy. (By the way, her book makes a very romantic gift.)]
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nerves.
It’s like a tennis ball got lodged somewhere underneath my ribcage, just above my diaphragm. That’s what it feels like after I eat. The only thing that makes it feel better is jamming my hand under my ribs, pushing in on my stomach. I don’t feel sick, I don’t have anything but the sharp pain…
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double ha.
This is my favorite picture from my bachelorette party. Allison and Evany discover my disgusting card from Hilary.
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i hurt my feet for him
This is the cell phone conversation I overheard this afternoon: “Yes, well, if you want four bridesmaids and then yourself, it’s one-fifty for each bridesmaid, and then for you it’ll be about four hundred, unless you want an up-do, and then it’ll be closer to five or five-fifty, depending on what you want. Now because…