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The one with the.......bomb?

I just walked downstairs to get the mail. I put on my coat and shoes. I wasn't even going to walk outside, but it's well below freezing so boots and coat were needed. I stepped off the elevator and turned the corner to find the mailboxes. The mailroom area was empty and quiet except for a slow, steady beeping. I looked around. Nothing to be seen. The beeping was coming from inside the mailboxes. I stood there for two extra seconds to make sure I was not making something up. The beeping was loud. It was consistent. And it was definitely coming from inside the mailboxes. And it was freaking me out. I ran outside (negative temps, people) and called my roommate. I said "would it be overreacting to find and tell someone about this?" She said "nope." She said I should go to leasing office and tell them. Because....this is DC. You just never know. So I did. Ok. Maybe I ran. I mean, I've watched every season of "24." Jack Bauer would have wan

To my first valentine

I've had the same valentine for the last 30 years. When I started school, my valentine would come to my class dressed in a suit and tie with a single red rose. He'd interrupt class, halting any discussion verbs and adverbs, addition or fractions, or talk of the periodic table. He'd walk in, give me a rose, and hug me in front of the entire class. My senior year of high school, he gave me my first dozen roses. Once I left for college, my valentine didn't let distance stop him. I would receive a package in the mail- most often to the day- with a card and gift. I know a lot of single girls who dread the day. They dread watching everyone around them get flowers, packages, chocolate, etc. It's a reminder that they don't have a significant other. For me? I've never dreaded the day. The day is a reminder that I DO have someone in my corner. Someone who will always be in my corner. I'd watch classmates get gifts from their boyfriends. It didn't make

The one where the embarrassment never ends

It all started last week when I was really sick. The throwing up kind. Not the sniffles kind. On top of being sick, work had been a bit frustrating and I thought if I could JUST get to the gym, I could get some endorphins pumping. And endorphins are good things when sick and frustrated. Or so I thought. A good 3 mile run one day, a spin class on Wednesday, and a barre fitness class on Thursday. That was the plan. Now, I must say, I'm not really a fan of group fitness classes. And to say I'm not a fan- I really mean I hate hate hate hate hate them. It's just all sorts of awkward and uncomfortable. But. I am all about trying new things these days. It's 2015. Give it a shot, right? I begrudgingly showed up to class 10 minutes before it started. I'd changed out of my work clothes and got to the class, finding it to be completely silent in there, with 6 girls all sitting on their mats, legs crossed, doing random stretches, and one girl in particular doing weird b