The Chronicles Of Jessica

I'll tell you what's a-happening.

The thing is, not much. Although a whole lot of stuff seems to be happening to other people. Check this out:

Friends Having Babies:

Anne and Johnny
Margie and Jim
Abby and Ed

Friends Getting Married:
Anish and Michelle
Aaron and Emily
Justin and Allyson
Jake and Virginia

Friends Moving to Phoenix
David Loar and Kristen Barner

Friends Who Had A Tree Fall On Their Car During Recent Tornado:
Julie Smith

Friends Getting Out of Prison
Eric Schoen (Take it one day at a time, buddy. One day at a time.)

In the book "Heartburn" by Nora Ephron, she writes about her marriage to the philanderous Woodward (or Bernstein, I get them mixed up) and she mentions how she could never figure out how to work it so that when you're married things keep happening to you. I kind of know what she means. When I was single a LOT of stuff used to happen on me - of course, most of it wasn't very good, and it usually involved getting stuck with the check; still, I had anecdote fodder for days! Now my anecdotes involve stuff like not having a sink in our bathroom for a month because of a leaky pipe and having to brush my teeth in the tub. Fascinating! Tell us more! Or showing up to the gym for a six a.m. workout and finding that whoever was supposed to open the gym must have overslept.

(That was a nasty hang, let me tell you. There's no angrier group of people than folks who've hauled their cookies out of bed in the dark to try and accomplish something as horrible as exerciseonly to find that they can't get into the place where the exercise occurs. Vicious, vicious crowd. I took the opportunity to go back home to make Paul a 'Jess McMuffin' and watch a Seinfeld rerun before work, which, while not cardiovascular, had its own rewards.)

I've had a few auditions and a couple of callbacks, lest you think I am just withering on the vine. Also I helped edit Paul's thesis proposal, "George W. Bush - Secret Genius or Total Incompetent Failure and Poopyhead?" I'm caught up on every episode of Biggest Loser (go, Kelly, go!) Annnnnd - I finally found the perfect pair of underwear! It doesn't ride up, it doesn't wedgie, it covers everything it's supposed to! I bought eight pairs in different colors. I think it's going to improve my outlook considerably. Send congratulatory emails care of this website.

Ciao for now...