Seriously, Tuesday? Enough.

Here’s an example of how my Tuesday culminated. We got an email about an impromptu ice cream social on the 4th Floor. I literally–LITERALLY–said out loud, “The 4th Floor? I thought the 4th Floor was closed for all the construction. Really, the...

There's Got to be a Morning After

Predictably, prime time was empty without the usual Olympic coverage.  It’s a hard adjustment, let me tell you. But hey, here we are.  Seventeen days and one fantastic closing ceremonies later (Scary Spice got FAT), I realized with notable horror that the next...