There is nothing worse than

There is nothing worse than a non-lengthwise layered burrito. Short of cutting it open and mushing all the insides together, there is just no adequate way to really enjoy a burrito when you don’t have equal distribution. This is especially so for me, as I am often inclined to only eat half of a giant burrito at a time. So last night’s meal? Tortilla with lots of beans and rice. Today’s lunch? Tortilla with sour cream, guac, and cheese. Couldn’t this whole problem be fixed by simply rolling the tortilla around the fillings a few degrees differently? Honestly. Why must you taunt me burrito people?

So burritos? Sorta sucky. Not so sucky? Health insurance. Health insurance, in fact, is top on my list of Things To Love Today, along with Starbuck’s gingerbread lattes (as were recommended by lots of you out there). I have a new health insurance, which for some reason is getting me out of co-pays that I usually have to fork over. So not only did I not have a co-pay, but my doctor is of the type to hand out lots of free samples of my prescription meds. Free! So I do believe I actually turned a profit on this office visit.

The magazines in the waiting room were a bit of a puzzle. Since it’s a gynecology office, I guess I sort of expected the same fare that’s strewn around the hairdresser’s: Elle, Redbook, Vanity Fair, etc. Or perhaps even a Working Mother or Baby or something for those in the family way (hee…family way). But here’s what was there: The Economist, Esquire, Fortune. Are these for the dads? For money-interested women? This put me in the strange position of being proud that she’s not bound by stereotype, annoyed that there wasn’t something trashier to read, and then embarrassed for wanting something trashier, and then seriously, I just want to read some hair tips or 75 New Ways to Blow His Mind. Eh. I read Esquire and learned a fabulous new way to fold pants on a hanger.

Apprentice PS: Ok, I realize Chris totally sucked ass on this one. Really sucked ass. But when can we get rid of Ivana and Maria for godsake? When, oh apprentice lords--I mean The Donald--when will they be fired? Why are they still there? Also, why couldn't I have gotten engaged a few months earlier and received The Knot notice and done wedding shopping with the apprentices?

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