i swear to return to blogging at least once a day, now that i've returned to my life in san francisco (even though there's been quite an upheaval in my work life...). so that starts tomorrow. i swear.
anyway, i can't wait. i have so much to share!
like, in addition to further episodes of breezy elegance, we have the upcoming Birthday Celebration Ass Picture; the next installment of "My Friends Are Way Cooler Than I Am" (hi, MakeOutKate!); more Bad Things Men Say; extended ignoring of my weight loss and knitting; and, finally, 20 of the most romantic minutes i've spent in san francisco (for the record? happened tonight.)
ya' just never know.
p.s. you're wondering about the title of this post? me, too. for some reason PinkJaime today announced that something we were walking by reminded her of The Smell Of Ants. which is maybe the weirdest thing i've ever heard of. seriously, i cannot believe that ants smell. but she insists they do, and that wet paint reminds her of that smell. i just think she's crazy, but what do i know. maybe ants do smell...