Stephanie Klein Greek Tragedy

Rainy days are for yellow raincoats, ducky shoes, and clear umbrellas with ladybug dots.  They’re for crazy straws in chocolate milk, grilled cheese triangles dipped into a pool of tomato soup.  Card games.  Jacks.  Watching The Goonies.  Smocks and easels…

Married couples accompany the singletons of their life to dark red bars and sit at small round tables beside one another, communicating with their bodies as they smile politely at their single friends.  She rubs her husband’s knee under the…

Things have not improved whatsoever since last week.  The only added bonus is that I weigh 120.5 lbs.  Tomorrow I’ll be 124 lbs., though, because today things seemed okay.   My life has been turned up side down.  This has been…

I’m actively looking.  There.  Big shock.  I need to meet a man.
… who works in real estate who won’t charge me a broker fee.  Come on, someone who reads this has to know one.  Don’t tell me to go…

My glossy white fur munch is on my lap staring at me, his ears pinned close to his head.  He has crawled here.  Normally he takes a running leap and lands here, leaving black and blue prints as proof on…

… but that’s okay.  I can’t spell Salma Hayek.  (Thanks to reader who pointed that out. Next time I’ll use the Latin Spell Check.)
I can’t even believe I’m listening to this.
“Which nominee do you think has the best…

When it comes to boys, nicknames happen to help us keep ‘em all straight. 
“You know, Connecticut Brian.”“Oh, but who are you having dinner with?”“Jon.”“Which Jon?”“Fun Jon.”“Well who do you like the most right now?  Dirty Dave, Captain Jack, or…

An instant message conversation with a friend who was obviously away from his desk:
RedDiva2ooo: heyRedDiva2ooo: sorry to bother you YET againRedDiva2ooo: I need that cingular info againRedDiva2ooo: I don’t think they have the blackberry phoneRedDiva2ooo: and that sucksRedDiva2ooo: cause…