From the closet of a reformed New York Catholic

I'm cleaning out some stuff at my parents house.
Any takers?
SIKE.

edit: That bouquet is made of fake roses, fake baby's breath and FOLDED UP DOLLAR BILLS, if you wondered.

Achtung, bitte!

So yesterday I got a phone call at work from a man named Johannes Wiebus, a German Television producer. I am not sure how he knew how to find me, but he said that he saw me on the front page of the newspaper two weeks ago and wanted to film and interview me for a piece he is doing for German TV about rising gas prices and how Americans are coping.

So, I guess he flew into America last night (DC) and is driving down here this morning?

I am thrilled and also freaked out for this weird ass adventure. I am also wondering how he knew where I worked and why he didn't ask for Directions. Don't worry friends, I am always the skeptic and will not fall prey to any "show us your boobs" techniques, no matter how veiled.

In choosing my outfit for my German Television debut I was careful to continue the little known German belief that the Brady Bunch is an accurate depiction of current American Fashion:

Oh my god.

Out of control birthday sandwiches.
My leftovers are the size of a REGULAR sandwich.
The Black Sheep is amazing.

Proof of a good early birthday weekend.

Nice!

I got in!