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My name is Amy. Lots of people call me Aimers.
31 years old. Blissfully married. Mama to a young son we call D. I used to live in NYC. Then I moved to Alaska (it was cold!) Now I'm back on the right coast, Vermont to be exact.
I quite like it here.
When it snows in New York City, the whole place looks like a holiday card…for about 45 minutes, and then resembles a graphic representation of a high-end hell.
New York in the winter is a wonderland, in that you wonder why the fuck you live here.
The true New York Christmas image is not Central Park in the snow, it’s a New Yorker stepping into the road, onto what he thinks is ice, only for his foot to break through half a foot of freezing mystery slush, with the mystery liquid going up over his ankles and seeping into his shoe, as the man in question shouts, ‘FUCK’.
If you could take a photo of the moment of the ‘F’ in ‘FUCK’ then you have the fairest holiday card representation of New York in winter.
So painfully painfully true.
Burt, are we fuck-ups?
No! What do you mean?
I mean, we’re 34…
…and we don’t even have this basic stuff figured out.
Basic, like how?
Basic, like how to live.
We’re not fuck-ups.
We have a cardboard window.
[Looks at window] We’re not fuck-ups.
[Whispers] I think we might be fuck-ups.
[Whispers back] We’re not fuck-ups.
Because sometimes this is how it feels…
Quote is from a great movie called ‘Away We Go’
This is pretty cool but primarily I’m reblogging it so I can let Declan watch a video of cranes (TANE!) moving while I attempt to go to the bathroom…alone…