Things

Tony and I are seated upon our living room furniture, eagerly awaiting for my father to come pick us up so we can head off into the majestic wild wilderness of Burley, Idaho for a family reunion.

That's what we're doing, but my tongue and my stomach are enjoying one of the most important groups on the food pyramid: fresh homemade caramel popcorn.  1000 mouthfuls = 1 serving size.

You know what else I think? I think if the kitten wants to play in his letterbox, I say let him. Just don't let him walk on your face when he's done. Last night when he was trying to wiggle his way nose-first into my nostril I thought, "WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM?"

Please don't tell my dentist I'm eating all this caramel popcorn. I do so love it when he's not disappointed in me.

Before I go, I want to formally welcome my newest readers and tell them I think they're beautiful and lovely in all ways, much like the dear Suzy of Suzy and the Skyscrapers who referred them to me.  I'm sorry Suzy for not linking to you, but well does anyone else feel terribly claustrophobic on these phone thingies? I feel like I can't do anything. So i'll link to you when I next use a real computer.

Much love, the Management

Sometimes

Sometimes I don't know if I'm a serious person, or the other kind.
Most of the time I feel like a lot of different kinds of people and sometimes I have a hard time choosing which one I'm going to be right now.
I guess I'm okay with the complexity, cause what if I was stuck with Serious all the time?

That would be lame.

I just spent 10 minutes trying to take a good picture of my feet to show off my pedicure (Me?  A pedicure?  I know, right!) before I realized that feet are just weird looking.  Especially mine.  But I'm okay with it.

I'm babysitting tonight and when I got here Star Wars was already playing.  I feel so at home!  And also my work is half done.

Happy 4th y'all.  There were fireworks last night at the highschool down the street, so Tony climbed on the roof to watch them, but I was stuck inside on the couch with some bizzaro itchy leg problem.  It made me sad to miss fireworks with him, but I guess they and him and our roof will still be around next year.

Well, my chinese food just arrived and, well, you know how it is.

P.S.  RIP Yoda.

kitty cat

Breaking blogio silence to say:

I got a droid. Not a real one, just one of those phone things. You know.

Also, we got another kitten. He's black, and tiny, and has a crooked tail. We're thinking of naming him Toothless, after the dragon. YOU know.

And that's all! For now.

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I am always right.

Once upon a time, we got married and needed a couch.  So we bought a used one, for $70, and it was hideous.

 Then we bought a house, and decided we should be sophisticated and try to not have anymore very ugly furniture -- only marginally ugly.  So we decided to move the Old Couch down into the basement (which is another issue ENTIRELY.  Tony wants to turn our small, cold, stony, leaky, smelly, spidery, horror-movie-set of a basement into a guest bedroom/hang out spot, and well have you seen our basement??  No, probably not.  I should take a picture to show you except the picture wouldn't turn out because you can't take pictures of ghosts, which is what I'm pretty sure our basement is, primarily.)

Anyway, the conversation went something like this:

Tony: I want to put the couch in the basement.

Me: WHY.

Tony: Because I could play video games down there!

Me: A demon will possess you if you spend more than 10 minutes down there at a time.  Also spiders will bite you.

Tony: You are a weirdo.

Me: Need I remind you how you made me go with you to turn out the basement light after we moved in because you were too scared to go alone?

Tony: Help me put the couch in the basement.
Me: It's not going to fit.
Tony: Yes it is.

Tony: It's going to fit.

Tony: I promise it's going to fit.

Tony: ALRIGHT.  You win.  Help me pull it up.
Me: I can't, I have to document how much this couch was never going to fit in the basement.

Tony: Now it's a fort!

This pen we've never seen before emerged from the depths of the couch after all the severe jostling it went through.  We've had the couch for a little over a year and never discovered it before.  I wonder what else is hiding in there.

At any rate, we moved in a futon we had from another room and now our living room is looking much better, in my opinion.  I told Tony he could put some folding chairs in the basement.

No part of the house is completely put together yet, but I prettied up the living room bookshelves a little.

And here's some paper carnations I made, using muffin liners.  Probably the easiest thing in the world, and very pretty.

I love these little adventures so much I could puke.

The one in which I whine a lot.

I'm having an Ugly Day.  I could really go for some more ice cream.  Instead I'm making bacon in the microwave.

I really need a haircut.  I need to know what to do with these BANGS.

I need to go camping, have barbecues, pool parties.  I need a mini vacation.  I need some sun.

I need to clean my house big time.

This is the dice we bought for our pen-and-paper game we started playing with some friends.  Yes, we are total nerds.

I'm going to a water aerobics class with a friend tomorrow.  I'll probs look like an idiot, but what else is new.

Maya wants to say hi too.

She's such a hosebeast.

Sharing some good advice #2

When your husbands go shooting with their buddy all weekend without you YET AGAIN, it's time to go get yourself some ice cream.

This is Cotton Candy + Mint, and I don't want to hear one word out of your mouth until you run to your local Cold Stone and try it.  I'm serious.  Also, it does wonders for your PMS; it may even save your cat's life.

I spent a large part of my day watching an America's Next Top Model marathon, which is so not my kind of show and yet I couldn't turn it off.  I spent another part of my day going for a long walk and my wonderful Birkenstock's gave me blisters.  Tony comes home with gashes and fingernails missing and doesn't notice, but I've been limping all around the house because of two tiny blisters, and I ask you is it really so fair for husbands to go on so many adventures without their wives?  No.  The answer is no.  Goodnight.