10.7.09

I ran into the online director of the fashion department on the street today and the first thing she said to me was that my "ears must be burning." I think it might have been more of my cheeks, actually. That's the second time she's said that to me, and each time, I don't know what to say back to her.

I'm not the best with idioms. I'm convinced there are sharp cookies, and that someone can definitely be off their whacker. It could be when the ceiling hits the fan or when the rubber meets the cement. I try to speak in plain English as often as I can, just so I am as clear as windex.