The Road to Hell

I think it's probably a good idea, from time to time, to review some of the stellar pieces of advice I have offered in this forum and assess their viability. I shall rate them on a bullshit scale, where 1 is kitty litter and 5 is the Augean Stables. To wit:

1. I did not make it to the Farmers' Market at all yesterday, in spite of my statement that it was my "mission" for the day. I went to the mall instead. BS Rating: 3

2. I wore the sandals I mentioned in the Mom Shoes post to a gravel-lined playground yesterday. I got gravel all in my shoes and was totally miserable while I was there. BS Rating: 4

3. Two of my friends have bought new bras lately, well under $39, and they both look like they've lost 10 pounds. I, however, still need to replace my expensive, stretched-out number from almost 4 years ago. Total hypocrisy! BS Rating: 5

Comments

  1. PapiMay 24, 2007 at 9:39 AM

    Well, there goes my plan to start a blog specifically about your unceasing hypocracy.

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  2. AnonymousMay 24, 2007 at 8:11 PM

    Well, did you at least see something interesting at the mall? There will be other days for lemon-flavored hummus, and wouldn't regular hummus be better, anyway?

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  3. letitiaMay 24, 2007 at 9:00 PM

    John,
    You clearly didn't taste the lemon hummus. It was pure summertime joy.

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  4. angMay 25, 2007 at 9:50 PM

    good to know we're STILL on the bra topic - i was getting worried that one might die out...

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