2) Show up to his next press conference carrying the latest issue of Washington City Paper.
6) Happily announce that his neighbor signed up for the season ticket waitlist last month, and has already been offered seats for next season.
8) Stop saying Redskins; begin saying Washington Professional Football Team.
Perfection. A masterpiece!
You can only laugh to keep from crying for so long. Shanahan and Snyder may deserve each other. But Washington doesn’t deserve either of them. Even if this team’s fans are loony with adoration at times, they merit far better than an inept owner and a coach who wants to undermine the reputation of the team’s quarterback as he slinks out the door with his loot.
Being a Redskins fan continues to be really, really fun. At least my shirt is cute.
Remember my DC baseball tee? (It’s OK if you don’t.) I honestly don’t wear it without at least one person asking me where I got it.
They now make DC football flag shirts and I bought this sweatshirt on Black Friday. Incredibly soft, a little different, and it arrives with a handwritten note, instead of further lining Dan Snyder’s pockets. It will warmly swaddle and comfort me for these last three games of the season.
I wore a J. Crew Factory sweater dress to work today (third time I’ve worn it ever) and it is literally disintegrating at the seam. If this keeps up, I’ll be wearing a crop top and skirt by the end of the day.
This is the actual wish list that my daughter, who is 7, handed me a few weeks ago. It’s completely unreasonable and I have no way of explaining this to her without being a dick, or without her thinking I’m pulling some reverse-psychology shit on her. Let’s take a look at this thing, item by item.
The only thing she forgot is the Zara scarf.
I have a new reading buddy this year, a second-grader named Gabby. She is smart and funny and generally adorable and we both love books that anthropomorphize animals and we’re always the last set of buddies reading at the end of the hour. I usually arrive slightly flustered but always leave in a great mood.
If I could go read with her every day instead of every other week, I’d probably be a lot happier in this job.
My momma, at the river with Belle and Beasley.
In addition to Thanksgiving, we celebrated my mom’s birthday this weekend. I’ve already talked a lot about the many ways in which I try to emulate my mother, and I hope that never changes.
When I was in Virginia this weekend, my mom told me about Houdini, a neighborhood dog who has been missing for almost two months (but keeps being spotted). She has memorized the phone numbers of his owners, takes the dogs through the woods on search missions, makes sure she always has her phone with her in case she spots the missing pup, and is just plain worried about a dog she’s never met.
I’ve learned that you can tell a lot about a person based on how they treat animals, so consider this just one another example of how big my mom’s heart is.
Happy birthday, Mom! xoxox
So far, I have purchased:
- Redskins gear (forever faithful)
- Gold ikat party plates
- Soft clothes
That sounds about right.