Office Birthdays



Office birthdays are a delicate dance. We usually have one party a month, for all the birthdays of that month. Group parties seeeeeeem like a good idea, but without designating one special person, no one knows how to proceed.

First, everyone pretends not to notice the cake, because they’re so busy chatting and catching up. I, however, have a laser-guided focus because my great weakness is that if there is food, and a group of people, I will always, ALWAYS panic about not having enough to eat.

THEN, you have to try and get a piece for yourself. Etiquette dictates that the birthday person gets the first slice, but with no one person, it becomes an awkward shuffle of “who is going to go first, and look like a jerk/pig?” The trick is to try and sneak your way in, snag a slice and retreat back into the crowd before anyone sees.

AND THEN, if you work in MY office and have yourself an ice cream cake (a far superior choice), you’ll have to fight off the lactose-intolerant production assistants who “just want a bite – just for the taste of it!!”

This is a monthly occurrence in my life.

Boo Boo


I don’t know who in my house is getting J Crew catalogs, but I’m loving them. This woman was probably modeling this lovely shirt, which you can probably buy at a location near you. But I was happy to see that when I’d finished attempting to draw her, she came out exactly how I would imagine Beatrice “Boo Boo” Glass, from my favorite J.D. Salinger story, “Down at the Dinghy.”

So there, you see – this isn’t JUST¬† a doodle. Now that it’s vaguely literary and personal, it’s ART.

Peeps I Peeped


I can’t explain why I thought this family was so weird. I don’t think this captures how huge and hairy this dude was, or how cargo his pants were, or that his wife was wearing sweats and a fisherman’s cap, which is a good look. They also had a dog off leash – in WeHo! Sheer madness.

I’m also jealous because they were going for a lovely family stroll along a beautiful street while I was chugging my way to work. I saw them this morning AGAIN, but because it was 80 degrees, the wife was wearing capris, a tank top and a fisherman’s cap.