Greta Weisman

If you’ve read this blog for any amount of time, you know about Greta.  I mean, she has her own tag and everything. Greta is the most delightful little pixie of a friend – she loves bubbles and snowflakes and fairy tales and red lipstick and goat cheese and sand dollars and road trips and…

Guess who’s here? GRETA! Last night, we were walking around Wash Park, and looked to our right to see… a roof-top band! They noticed us taking their picture, and yelled for us to come up. Yes.  They yelled for us to let ourselves in through the front door, go down the hall to the staircase,…

You can guess who said what. – – – – – – – – I will never, ever understand why God thought insects were a good idea.  I mean, they rhyme with “in sex.”  Which makes no sense. It turns out beat boxing is kind of super cool and attractive. Isn’t it strange that “obvious”…

What I mean is “Welcome home,” but I’m pretty sure that means “Welcome house.” Dang it. It’s been a long haul, but the day is finally here. After 5 weeks of gallivanting through Europe (France, Switzerland, Italy, Ireland), GRETA IS COMING HOME TODAY! I say “home” like she and I live in the same place,…