Headed to Tulum. Woot.
just enough ... for the city
Not sure what for.
xo. Meghan.
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Crap. Cannot compute this level of awesomeness. I <3 NIck Offerman. And woodworking.
Offerman Woodshop. Yessss.
And of course: Mr. Graham, gloating with his medal.
Special props to my parents, who came in third place. After finding cheat-arounds for almost every clue.
On Saturday before prom, my younger sister had an amazing race birthday party. This involved splitting her friends and family into groups and making them take pictures of themselves completing a series of tasks around Manhattan.
It was a bit unfair. Because our team (Michelle + Meghan Keane and Mark Graham) was awesome. But the second place team came close to getting us. :)
This clue involved taking a picture of your team eating hotdogs in front of a statue in Central Park. (don’t ask).
I’m so glad the Super Bowl exists to remind me women are crazzzy and controllery. I forget sometimes!
Since this is the one football game every year that comes close to having an even ratio of male to female viewers, I feel like the dude ads are shown for our benefit. Let the Super Bowl be a reminder to the majority of the fairer sex: you’re not nearly as mean and annoying as you’re expected to be.
(There are other ads that did this too, but my stupid lady parts make me too lazy to do things like research.)
Arguing in favor of the usage of retarded is at the least an uphill battle. And yes, Michael Wolff stupidly fucked a Vanity Fair intern. And yet somehow: point Wolff?
For this photo at the Digital Divas party Tuesday night, the instruction was “Make the @audrabrookie picture face.” And yet, @audrabrookie is the only one not making said face. Irony?
UPDATE: I have joined this Facebook group.
