April 6, 2009

Umbrellas

Yesterday was the rainiest of rainy Sundays. Big rain drops for most of the day, thunder, and lightening. The driveway turned into a giant pond. I'm sure some fish have taken up residence there. The weather was not conducive to dog walking, so poor Mira got two pees all day and got drenched in the process (so did I...). I kept hoping that we would get a window of no rain when I could take her out for a brief walk. No luck so around 9pm I broke down and got ready to take her out in the rain. As I put on her leash, Adam and I had this exchange.

Me: We're going to get so wet.
A: Well take an umbrella (said UMbrella) and then at least
you'll be dry.
Me: I don't own an umbrella.
A: What?! But you have like 40 scarves!
Me: When did scarves and umbrellas become synonymous?

Still no apartment pictures, but it's really awesome, trust me!

I do have pictures of this glorious giant strawberries n cream cupcake we made for Sam's
birthday. I baked, Adam decorated.

April 3, 2009

Clutter

Let me take  you on a journey.

It's 9am on a Friday morning (this Friday morning in fact). I've just opened my internet browser at work and my homepage slate.com opens up. "Introducing Flutter" it says, "because 140 characters is 114 too many." Huh, is there something cooler than Twitter out there? Doubtful I clicked and was taken to this video. Have you watched it? Because it's fairly hilarious. I obviously have to see if this Flutter exists, so I Google it. Nope, it's just a cruel joke that the good staff of Slate came up with. But I did find a website called Flutter that sounded suspiciously like Etsy (LINKS EVERYWHERE OMG!). Upon browsing the site I came across chandeliers.  My first thought was "Oh my God these are awesome! Now I know where I'm going to buy my next chandelier." My next thought was "wait, when the hell will I need a chandelier in the near future?"

Good Morning!

Oh have you noticed there's a plague going around? It's called the baby plague. I think it's a side effect to the better-known marriage sickness. I felt behind when my friends all started getting engaged and married. Now that they're all going to Babyland, I feel like the runner in last place who can't even see the guy in second-to-last place. Apparently I have a lot of catching up to do, but I'm not going to start sprinting anytime soon.

I moved successfully into my new and fabulous apartment. Fabulous because I can actually cook in the kitchen!! I will be posting pictures soon hopefully of not only the apartment but of my most recent baking adventure in said kitchen.

I'll leave you with this delightful conversation I had with a man while answering the phone at the front desk at work last week.
Phone rings.
Me: Saturday Evening Post.
Man: Yes, hello ma'am, I want to report a child support fraud.
Me: Ok, um, this is the Saturday Evening Post, we're a magazine.
Man: I need to report a child support fraud. Can you help me?
Me: Well this is a magazine. We publish a magazine here.
Man: Do you know who I can call?
Me: Um, I, no, I really don't, I'm so sorry.

In retrospect I probably should have told him child services.

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