Moving Day.

A few months ago, not long after I started this blog, actually, I became a homeowner for the first time.  I did not think I would see my name on the deed to a house before I hit about 35, but apparently I was 8 years early to that party.

Of course, I am not the only name on the deed.  I own the house along with my sister and our parents.  Yes, I know.  I don't even want to hear it.  The Wonder Kid is finishing her last two years of medical school and I am finishing my last year and a half of business school so we can go out in the world and make meeeeellions.  Theoretically, anyway (though I'm not learning Mandarin just so I can pay a paltry wage, that's for sure).

Anyway, I didn't mention it because I'm not sure owning a home is very rockstar, unless it's one of those squillion-dollar ridiculous homes in California or something.  However, today is Moving Day, so the next time I post, it will be from the safety and security of my very own home that I actually own.  Which, come to think of it, IS pretty rockstar.

How to Act like a Lady

Yesterday was my roommate's birthday.  Tonight, we are going drinking for her birthday.  As you do.

I am dressing as much like a hooker as possible.  As my ex would say, I look "positively tarty."

...no, it's not about music or poetry.  But it's still a very rockstar thing to do.