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The key to happiness 

I handed over the keys for my New York City apartment to my broker on Thursday and flew off to Chicago.

My new place won’t be ‘mine’ until Tuesday, so until then, business trips — and generous cousins in a nearby burb — are providing shelter.

I’m used to living out of a suitcase,  so this vagabond period doesn’t really bother me. But it is somewhat disconcerting to not have keys to anything.

We spend so much time looking for our keys, carrying them, losing them, finding them…and now, I got nuthin.

My cousins, on the other hand….

They’re just showing off.

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I’m with Jenn

For your own safety

After nearly a decade living in the Big Apple, I think this could work.

It’s like the autobahn — the two lanes would simply have different speed limits.

And no standing and staring ‘up’ allowed in the New Yorkers lane, either.

#ihearttourists #willbeoneagainsoon

Because, hair

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I have been working in Carefree, Arizona  (just outside of Scottsdale) for the past three days.

I knew Arizona would be hot in June, but we have been experiencing record-breaking temps — 115 degree days and ‘cooler’ evenings that barely reach 90.

But that old adage about it being a ‘dry heat’ is true…

My hair has looked fabulous.

#nohumidity #nofrizz

He’s back

We are living in the age of the TV spokesperson.

Flo for Progressive. That perky AT&T gal at the mall.  The mayhem guy for Allstate. And they all owe their careers and pricey exclusive contracts to this guy:

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He made Verizon’s slogan ‘Can you hear me now?’ ubiquitous and annoying.

Then he disappeared.

Well…

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He’s back.

I guess his no-compete clause finally expired.

In a pickle

What a difference a joke can make.

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I was at my primary physician’s office early this morning, waiting to take my yearly physical. As I looked at the exam table,  I could hear the words of Jerry Seinfeld bounce around my brain:

“They have that butcher paper pulled out over the table. Sometimes I bring a pickle and put it next to me on the table,  in case the doctor wants to fold the whole thing up for a to-go order.”

Now, that’s a classic story.

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Start packing

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