I missed the debate last night but by the tone of the Times editorial, seems like our boy did pretty well and that smirking guy got rattled.
My self-imposed 'purse restriction' was greatly tested on a visit to Santee Alley yesterday. The frauda Prada's were looking too good to be true (because they are), not to mention the endless sexy sandals, glamorous sunglasses, and colored contact lenses. Five dollars! Five dollars! Come look, lady! Just five dollars! Very nice! You like!
So anyway, today it's all about wearing fuzzy sweat pants, a wife-beater, and white Italia Adidas while doing laundry, plucking my eyebrows (love the Tweezermans), catching up on the mail (new super-sized ARTFORUM all about pop art!!!), playing tug-o-war with the old pitbull, and trying not to get attacked by the black cat.