When I grow up, I want to be a dirty hippy!

I've never uttered these words, I actually hate dirty hippies. However, tonight I would've made my parents [clean dirty hippies in their own right....activists they would say] proud by walking to a town meeting, looking at maps, reading leaflets, listening to my community for 2.5 hours and then walking back home and using my reusable grocery bag at Whole Foods to pick up a few organic whatevers on my way back to the homestead. I love my town! Or city, we're a city. Seriously, as annoying as some of those people were, it was really great being there and seeing people care and talk and voice their opinions and interact. There had to be 300 people, I would think the Green Line would be a no-brainer but apparently there is LOTS of controversy.

Controversy, schmontroversy, I'm siked. I could care less about the pollution as long as it's not excessive [I live it a city, part of that is that it's dirtier here than the country - deal with it]. The commuter rail is already loud, I've learned to live with it. I do not need a parking garage considering I can walk to 2 of the stops. And by the time I'm 40 I will have a 15 minute ride into the city and never have to deal with parking. I am excited. And hello property values. Again, I'll believe it when I see it [and if those m-fers try to come in and take some of my yard, I'll go crazy...but I can't see how they would, geographically?], but it's nice to be at the start of something and I feel like we are. Everyday I feel better and better about our decision to get this place, not that I had remorse or regret upon buying, but I would say I was just scared. If you fuck up buying a house, you are kind of screwed. Anxiety and my brain are like moth to the flame up in my head. So yeah, I keep hugging Ed and telling him how happy I am that we made a good choice and that I think we made the right decision and it's wonderful. He is like "Umm, yeah that's why we bought it and moved in 6 months ago" and per usual, thinks I'm totally weird.

Anyhow, so that was my night. Worked from home today to not have to deal with the Wintry Mix. Barf. It was a blessing as the gas guy came by and needed to get in the basement [I'm still convinced it was some kind of set-up; I am my mother's daughter] AND warned me that after 7 am tomorrow, we will not be able to get out of our driveway and we should park up the street. So fingers crossed that our car is still there in the AM [and un-tampered: lots of car horror stories lately]. I will get a permit this week, I have slacked on that but I blame the RMV and their confusing registration policy.

Ok, so had some oatmeal with bananas and syrup for breakfast. Had some tea and some juice. For lunch, I had 2 thin slices of the WPF bread with butter and cream cheese. However, wayyy less B & CC than I usually use. So yay. Then I had a yogurt and more tea. I think that was all, my memory is shot. Oh wait, I tried to have cup of soup but it was gnarly [too much water and then I'd tried to bolster the pasta quotient].

I ran 4 Wii-miles and showered and went to my meeting. Had some sushi from WF after, and some strawberries [so good, so worth the $4 - it's like spring in my mouth] with splenda. A vodka juice cocktail, light on the vodka...Intervention always inspires me to drink. Maybe to remind myself that unlike the poor souls on TV, I can stop after 1? I am beyond thankful for that, everyday, I cannot imagine being an addict, it's got to be exhausting and sucktacular. Anyhow, just had some crusty french bread with butter [fresh baked at WF...yummm] and some mozzarella, tomatoes and OO/vinegar with spices and S&P. So good.

I will be having a couple sandwich cookies too, they were cheap and looked delish. It's like 11:30 now though, I need to knock off the late eating. In fairness, it feels like 10:30. Which means I need to go to bed. I hate DST, seriously. When it gets warm it will be better, right?

Another Wasted Weekend

Growing very tired with how I waste my free time. For example, today I drove my ass all the way to Trader Joe's in Arlington, only to become disgusted and drive all the way back to the Whole Foods that I can walk to...seriously. I need to plan and get some foresight and make the best of the time I am NOT WORKING, since that takes up way too much time. A paycheck is a neccessary evil, not saying I don't want to work. Just saying a 4 day work week would be awesome but since I only have 2 days off at present I need to get it together. Arrggh, I am in a funk.

I never finish things either, like organizing my stupid online photos or fixing my floor - got some staining done today but I apparently need to buy varnish separately? wtf. I think I may have over-sanded too, thus cementing why I never do anything - I'm afraid of screwing it up. So, I'm calendaring and logging my post its ALL OF THEM by Tuesday at trivia, that is a hard deadline and I'm treating it like a work deadline. Nobody is going to kick my ass but me.

Sorry for the bitch-fest, let's refocus and get positive again. I woke up thinking it was 10 but it was 11 [daylight savings], made breakfast: scrambled eggs and some WPF dill/potato/onion toast with butter and juice and tea. Very good, made some for Princess and he was still sleeping so I brought it up to him in bed, I am a good girlfriend. Did some floor crap, laundry, tried to clean - failed miserably. Ed brought Jack over and we went for a walk around the block, it was beautiful out today, like 60 degrees, I am so stoked on Spring. Wintry Mix on its way tomorrow during the morning commute hours...oh wait, I'm supposed to be staying positive, right? Came home, did almost 4 miles of Wii jogging and my arms. Princess critiqued my arm exercise technique, I told him to shut the fuck up and mind his business. I know my technique sucks, I'm working on building stamina and strength and then I'll improve the form. Logic and reason are overrated.

Had some more juice, some Werther's, showered, took the pointless drive to TJs, went to WF. Got some steak for supper - we had steak and mustard sauce with asparagus and rosemary french fries. Very good, Ed is an excellent chef. Had some rum drinks and bread and butter after, then 1.5 Newman PB Cups and some of their dark chocolate, neither was good - noted for next time. Just had some tea, watching some HBO. This Eastbound and Down show is genius, god bless fancy overpriced cable.

M-T-W-TH

Ok I am uber far behind and trying to cram this in before the scond episode of the Office. Ed wants to watch the dbate but goddamn it'll be all over YouTube tomorrow and I can no longer watch TV at my job now that I have real responsibilities so I WIN. Will spell check later.

Monday - Westford...
Oatmeal with SM and banana; tea
A Yogurt
Afternoon Snickers w/ more tea
Post work piece of bread and butter
Post work piece of ham [I am a neanderthal]
Went for a run/walk with Erin
Did my arms
Had a big-ass burger Ed made [w/ cheese and tomatoes on it; yum!]
Ate some late-night popcorn
Had a glass or 2 of wine

Tuesday ACCCCKKK. I totally didn't finish in time but it doesn't matter because the frigging debate is on EVERY CHANNEL. This sucks.
Westford as well
Oatmeal for breakfast, tea
Grilled Cheese and Tomato w/ fries for lunch
Cherry Coke Zero [delicious!]
Trivia Pizza
3 glasses of Shiraz
4th place. 4th place is the worst at trivia, I'd rather totally suck than get 4th.
No exercise, end of the quarter and I was at work till like 6 something

Wednesday - had a Dr appt and worked from Cambridge
Multigrain cheerios with a banana and some soy milk
Had a piece of toast too, and some tea
Boca cheese quesadilla and a diet coke for lunch
Afternoon 3 Musketeers [getting bad with the PM candy habit...] and more tea
Got home late [Target after work, kept under $100, woo-hoo!], no exercise. I suck.
Had a rummalicious ginger and lime cocktail post-work
Ate some edmamae and an english muffin with earth balance and garlic salt late-night

Today, finally I'm caught up!
Late start, conference call confusion and I left here at like 8:30, got to WF at 9:30
Crappy cafe bagel with butter and cream cheese...
Cream cheese tasted funkified so I removed half of it
More tea.
Had Japanese for lunch with Work-Lindsay. Karma near the office.
Generally good, today gross.
Rotten avacado, weird chicken, she brought me hot n sour and not miso.
The Chicken Katsu $9 lunch box was a bum out. Diet coke was good.
Had a yogurt on the ride home.
Ran with Erin and Josh and Mia, most of the entire dog path Cedar to Alewife.
Pausing at our breaks. I ran fast for fear that Josh would mock me. Boys.
Kind of have a odd half headache and feel deathly faint right now.
Can't wait for Saturday! Not.
Had 2 pieces of WPF toast with butter and garlic salt
Drinking some watered down juice.
Considering making some tea and downing a couple of the Double-Choco Milanos I have hidden in the bedroom....hmm.
Darling is making Chicken Katsu right now and I'm bummed itw as already ruined for me today. Smells divine!

The Arches

Wednesday went to Westford again, got a cafe bagel and a tea to start tings off right…yeah. 2 butters and a light cream cheese, it’s the breakfast version of my movie special: extra butter on my popcorn and a diet coke. Had a late lunch AT MCDONALDS. It is so sad what elates me – trip to McDs in the middle of another shitty day at work- it’s so simple really. Had a cheeseburger happy meal, diet coke and extra cheeseburger on the side. It’s my mini-version of the former #2 on their Value Meal menu, which to this day I have no idea why they got rid of – like Jello pudding pops. That will be an entirely separate entry someday.

Ate an overly sour apple on the way home. Tis the season for picking but doesn’t necessarily mean they’re all good, it was disappointing. Signed our P&S after work; I’m going to type this now in hopes of reviewing this in 2-3 months when I’m totally stoked on our house: I’m not super happy.

I’m very pleased with the house, it fits us, and I love it already and I am really looking forward to living there 150%. I can see us being there for a good while and being tremendously happy. However, we definitely got the short end of the stick, it was a poor choice to go with a rookie realtor, and Ed and I can pit bull it up all we want but frankly both of us are still learning to advocate and negotiate as we should and are entitled to. We do a really good job when something is outrageous, but if it’s kind of a “well they should but it’s easier if we or we can just suck it up maybe” type of scenario, we fold like a French maid on laundry day. So
a) We overpaid, by $5k in my opinion, which fine, I’m not going to be an incredible DB over that.
B) We wound up agreeing to pay closing costs. Again, I understand that sellers don’t like to do that but an either or situation would be ideal, this is like we over paid by $10-12k!!
C) Our inspector found a few things that we asked them to fix. We were very reasonable in our requests, and they were supposed to agree to finish some HVAC work that they had done without a permit or inspection. They dragged their heels and so Darling went and organized a plumber to do the work and everything and then they don’t let the guy come into the house until they’ve moved out [and we’ve moved in…nice. If they somehow fuck up my home insurance because of this, I will seek adequate vengeance.] and Ed prepaid $1400 and they were supposed to pay us at closing but oh wait! Dumbass realtor that shall remain nameless got an initial “estimate” [I’m thinking it’s a guess] for $600 and so they are not letting us do the work and we are paying more than half for work they should have done. Again, by my minutia, I can totally tell I’m being insane, but it’s pissing me off. All of this adds up to like $15k and that would be half of our kitchen redone. I need to remember it’s Boston, we’re still walkable but have a driveway and it’s a perfectly solid and wonderful house. And Ed loves it and would kill me if I walked on principle. But, for the record, I think we could and they’d come back begging. However, I’m not willing to risk my relationship or the possibility of dream house in this price bracket coming up any time soon, so I will suck it up. I will own something, I am proud of myself [and Princess, of course].

I feel sick when I think of all of this. I am so excited but sooo pissed. Everyone says it’s like this. I am glad we didn’t have to do any of the back and forth or form preparing but I dislike that “They really stonewalled me” is the final answer here. Stonewall the motherfuckers back – they have 2 mortgages! They made a poor financial decision and we’re bailing them out within 60 frigging days…whatever, I’m going to give myself an aneurysm. It has shingles. And a butler’s pantry. And wood floors. And a basement. And a driveway. And a fenced in yard. And a giant living room with a window seat. I do love it.

So, back to my blog focus, I went for a walk immediately after to cool down. Just down to Davis and back. Bought some hair dye, my drug of choice, felt better. Had my ultimate TV night that is Wednesday. Had a beer, frozen Mac N Cheese and a piece of garlic naan with a tremendous amount of butter.

All in all, a frustrating but productive day. I did got to bed angry [not unusual] and referring to Ed as a Bamboozler [totally didn’t tell me what was going on cause he knew I would lose my shit] but once I sleep on something it’s usually out of my system, thanks Bob Gaudet! I am eternally grateful that I inherited the sleeping under any conditions gene.

It’s been a while

Totally normal, frequently used expression ruined by a stupid Staind song. Nothing against Staind, they are entertaining on Howard, but that music sucks. Plus it’s super depressing.

So yeah, I haven’t written since midday Sunday I guess? I will have to do this in stages. Can’t wait! Sunday afternoon progressed with 40? minutes on the bike and my arm exercises. Went to my parents, had some of those chocolate-covered pretzels from Trader Joes? They are friggin delicious like amazing delicious. Went out and ran some errands [washed my car instead of spending money at Old Navy, this must be what being responsible feels like], came back and it was still and hour until dinner so I had a banana and some more pretzels. I probably had 10 total, it’s amazing what makes me feel guilty when I’m trying to be healthy.

For dinner we had steak, potato, asparagus, some wine, more pretzels. Got home and while I don’t remember this, my notes [such a nerd] indicate I then ate a pickle, had a beer[?], a piece of garlic bread [stole 1 slice from Ed’s parents so I wouldn’t buy a whole loaf], tomato, basil and mozzarella with oil and vinegar and half a Skor bar. Jesus, I’m impressive when it’s in print. No exercise, minus washing the car, which is harder than you think. Especially with the amount of bird shit that had accumulated on my poor Corolla.

Monday I oddly can’t remember…I worked from home…oh wait, I went to the baseball game! Ok, so I didn’t have breakfast, had a Lean Cuisine for lunch and then: a kosher hot dog, 2 Coronas, a few peanut M&Ms, a few Twizzlers, some Cracker Jacks and a pretzel. And some DD Hot Chocolate, had Monster SRO tickets, which were awesome, but it was coooold. And they lost. Ok game though and got to see my wonderful old boss which is always nice.

It’s end of the quarter so I’m stressed and therefore eating horribly/erratically… Tuesday I had raisin bran with soy milk, a yogurt and a banana. Walked our running route with Erin [we were lazy and angry]. Went to trivia. WON trivia, #1, so awesome. Had my 2 Erdingers and my pizza, at the whole thing minus 1 slice. Making up for the rest of the day I’m guessing.

Amusee Bouche

7 years of French and I'm 80% sure I spelled that wrong. I'm apparently on a day on, day off rotation with the blog right now. Maybe the honeymoon period is over?

So yesterday I worked in Cambridge, hit up the DD for a HEC on a croissant [a good one this time!] and a tea for breakfast. A bag of Cheetos for lunch, I'm apparently a 17 year old dude. Got home early because we were supposed to look over our P&S [I'm 90 - ackk], but it didn't happen. Had some water and a LC cannelloni or something equally disgusting, I was starving and being a douche and we had plans for 8 and I knew I would never make it.

Headed over to Bart and Elena's, friends from work that we are helping move next weekend, for wine and cheese. Elena put out and AMAZING spread: melon and prosciutto, cucumbers, olives, 6 or 7 cheeses, some weird date nut palate cleansing thing, and a bunch of wonderful baguettes and breads. SO GOOD. We had some red wine with that and it was a really nice night. They are currently in Belmont which is scary-quiet. Beautiful, but I can see how that guy that wrote Election and Little Children resides there - the absolute nothingness must be quite inspiring for some people. It frightens me. After that, we had a bomb-ass apple tart from some bakery and some jasmine green tea and Italian cookies [thanks to Ed's company party!] and this Sauternes wine we brought. It's French and desserty and I love it.

Got up today, Saturday, and noted that our fridge had become as frat-like as the rest of our apartment. I am not a housekeeper, I'm actually kind of a slob - not dirty or rotting, just messy and disorganized. Usually we have food though, today not so much. So we went to Shaw's, LBS raging - I was so thankful when I was getting my ham from the deli that the butcher offered me the first slice, it definitely prevented me passing out. On our way out, you could smell the McDonald's fries. Have we discussed how I looooove McDonald's? Supersize Me was like porn, made me hungry. On the way in, I had initially tried to sway Princess into stopping, he said no. On the way out, I remarked "OMG, can you smell the deliciousness of the fries?" He could. It was well after the 11:30 weekend breakfast cut-off but I tried my hardest: while loading the groceries in the trunk I whispered "Come on, a little cheeseburger happy meal amusee bouche before breakfast? It would be so good!" He laughed, but it was a big no. Our priorities are so different. Sad.

Got home, Darling made me some fried eggs and I had a couple slices of Iggy's bread, one plain, one with mozzarella, ham and tomatoes on it. I eat the same like 9 things over and over, huh? Sad, I never considered myself cosmopolitan whatsoever but when it's glaringly obvious that you really do eat like a 7 year old [and Italian 7 year old, but still] at age 29, it's kind of weird. Anyhow, had some juice/seltzer combo, sat around for like 5 minutes and then went back to bed. I love having no responsibilities. Keep in mind, I woke up at like 10:30, and was back in bed by 1:30. And it was nice out. L-A-Z-Y.

Woke up at 3, checked my email, Ed had been out and came home. We went for a walk at like 4 over to Bob's in Meffa. Bob's is amazing, if we ever get married they are totally doing our wedding. I had never been in the actual store, I could have eaten everything. We got some sausage and a slice of pizza and and Evian for the road. Headed back, probably like a 2-3 mile trip all around? A very pleasant fall day. Grabbed some beer [Smutty Pumpkin for Darling, Raspberry UFO for me] and now we are home, hopefully for the evening. Ed is making a stew of some kind....he is a very good cook but more into meat and spice than fair little me and from the smell of it, not sure if I'll be such a fan. I may just eat more bread for dinner, maybe a yogurt. And some beer.

Blog is making me realize I drink MUCH more than I thought. Not like holic-drink, but it is interesting. Might explain more of the tummy than I initially thought it was responsible for. Can someone make healthy booze?

Running is the new walking

Or so I'm trying to convince myself. After a lovely bongo session last night [thanks Second Floor!], finally got to bed around midnight. Sox won, I had some Japanese rice and some peas [I'm nothing if not predictable]. Woke up and Ed had made some gross stir fry thing for his breakfast. Have we discussed how Ed eats entirely inappropriate foods for breakfast? I'm strongly of the school of thought where breakfast is breakfast - waffles, eggs, sausage, toast, has browns, cereal, bagels, french toast, fruit cup, pancakes, cinnamon rolls, etc. There are SOOOO many wonderful choices, why would you reheat Thai food or make a TJ's Indian bowl for breakfast? I like both those foods - for lunch or dinner. But there is no reason my house should smell like fish before 10 am.

Anyhow, so I hiked down to Davis to get some American cheese and WPF bread and hot tea from DD. Erin called while I was walking back so we went running [yay!] after I inhaled a yogurt to stave of LBS. We went to Fresh Pond with Mia, it was fun, sort of...not miserable like moving usually is. We ran pretty far, I have no idea how to estimate mileage [my daddy can do it in his head, but he's been running for like 20 years]. After that spurt we just walked briskly, but exercise is exercise. FP is 2.5 miles around, so our goal is to be able to make it around without feeling like death. Then we're only .6 or so away from the 5k. I need to register for that.

I got home, had ham, egg, and cheese on a piece of WPF and another piece as toast [I used Earth Balance, not butter]. I love ham, egg and cheese apparently, another thing I've learned from the blog. Let's hope cholesterol doesn't catch up with me. I just had an apple and some of my watered down juice. Now I am going to do my arm exercises and take 2 hours to put on make-up because I really like to do that once in a while. The Sox just lost the first half of their rain-out DH, like 8-1. Sadness.

Going to the Alchemist in JP tonight for dinner with dear friend Meagan and her BF Dan, haven't seen them in forever but such is life lately. Darling is going to some party, of course. I've noticed we don't do a lot together, but I kind of like it that way. Makes you appreciate each other when you do see each other and frankly I am neurotic when out anyway and it's one less thing to fuss and worry about. And we're probably going to do karaoke at the Jeannie and while I love karaoke, Ed hates it [though it was totally acceptable back when we started dating...funny how THAT works] and so I only make him go on my birthday. I'm not big on making people do stuff, even if it's Darling. That way, he can't expect me to do anything that he likes that sucks. Works out.

Speaking of not working out, the house inspection is tomorrow. While I am praying that there are no structural flaws and it goes well, I have great apprehension. I'm at 15-20% we get in there. I just found a copy of our offer at it was presented to them and signed and a bunch of crap was changed unbeknownst to me, after I signed it. I'm not Sicilian, but I think I may have just felt what that level of anger feels like upon discovering this. I'm going to remain relatively calm, I will rip Ed a new asshole because this is unacceptable and his friend should know you don't do stuff like that on behalf of people WITHOUT LETTING THEM KNOW, particularly when large sums of money are involved. However, hopefully it doesn't matter because a. the P&S really matters and b. house might not work out anyway. Whatever, I'm jazzed for the inspection, should be informative if nothing else and Darling is paying for it because my commission sucks right now. He is a good boy, 43% of the time.

Wednesdays are over-rated

Everyone gives them credit as the grodily titled "Hump Day" but really Wednesdays are still 2 full days from the weekends. I'm just looking for an excuse for why I didn't write yesterday, beyond the deadly Riesling-sofa one-two punch. Holy hyphens.

So yesterday work was insane again. The least satisfying kind of work day is where you spend every second of the 8+ hours doing one thing. Bonus points for when the one thing is boring and/or really doesn't matter. That was my yesterday. Breakfast was cereal, tea, a banana. Lunch was a turkey wrap with chips - argghh- and a pickle. Then I had a string cheese when I got home because of horrid LBS. I tried to run and had noooo energy so it was more like 45 minutes of spurt run/walking.

Got home from that and did my arm exercises, tried to improve my form. Took a shower and made it out just in time for ANTM, those bitches are craaaazy. Had a healthy dinner of frozen peas, garlic naan and butter, and a yogurt. And the aforementioned Riesling. Followed ANTM with PR and RW/RR challenge and the 40-47th innings of the sox game. We won't get into that.

On my way to Cambridge now, bus blogging. Got my DD in hand, drink plans for after work. Today is not going to be healthy.

Hot & Tired

That is my caption right now. Erin and I went walking, briefly, we both felt like ass [Mia too]. I had a cheese stick pre-walk and then some chicken and rice when I got home, thanks to my wonderful live-in chef. I just had a Toblerone triangle and cup of tea to end my day. Off to bed, if I know myself, last night's staying up too late will bite me in the butt come alarm time tomorrow.

Is it bad that I'm eating Ben and Jerry's while typing this?

Is it worse that it's Saturday night at 10:17 and I'm blogging? You decide.

So I was successful with my hour on the bike, I tuned into MTV's new show, Busted instead of Intervention. MTV puts crack in their TV, I swear. I am a college-educated, professional, late-20 something, who grew up in a good home, without real cable, and I will sit in front of a Making Of The Band marathon like there is no tomorrow. Busted is awesome, it's COPS for the under 25 crowd, lots of pot and DUI citations, lots of dumbasses, love it.

I biked and then did my poor form arm exercises. With an old Cosmo Girl article and Ed's help, I made up a regimen of 6 arm exercises. At this point, I'm happy just to be doing them. Darling commented the other day that my form is crap and offered to help me fix that. I told him thanks but I'm going to hold off until I get more accustomed to doing the reps [15 each for each arm, sadly that's a lot for me], then fix my form. Right now between that and the bike, I am utterly exhausted when I complete them and that is enough for me.

As bonus points, I walked to and from Davis to pick up some dry cleaning. I resisted the urge to pick up a loaf of When Pigs Fly bread, a.k.a. my weakness. Instead I had an apple early afternoon and some Poland Spring seltzer. Then I made some diced tomatoes and mozarella with oil and vinegar and spices on it [so good] when I thought we weren't doing anything for supper. Of course, then we decided to go get mexican at La Tacqueria Mexicana [apologies on that spelling], which we did. I had a chicken quesadilla and some rice and beans and an ass-load of chips and salsa to pre-game. I also had 2 fruity margaritas, these are the real thing not the 100% corn syrup frozen margaritas, but I know booze isn't the best thing for rapid weight loss. I'm at a point now where I enjoy my cocktails, and I'd like to keep them in my life. We shall see; Darling always says the best way to lose weight is to stop drinking for a while.

To set this indulgence off, we walked there and back, which is probably a mile each way. To further set that off, I had intentions of hitting up JP Licks for a cone on the dog path. I vetoed this, some creeps have been harrassing yuppies on the path lately and STEALING IPHONES. I can't imagine what I would do if some motherfucker got a hold of mine, so I'm steering clear for a while. Instead, got a pint of Half Baked at Dillip's and rationed myself out a very small portion. Yeah, self restraint!

Tonight's plus: I stopped to get a water on my way home and a fellow patron commented that she "loved my hayh cullah". She was sweet, I blushed and thanked her. Then on my way out, I heard her say to the clerk "Yeah, you'll staht seeing all the students back around now". She thinks I'm 20, maybe even 18: YES! Black hooded sweatshirt, works every time.

Tonight's wahhh-wahhh: Arrived home to a darkened house [Darling is off at a party, I'm anti-social]. Wandered barefoot into the kitchen to get a spoon and mug for the B&J. Upon closing in on the light switch, I stopped short upon seeing what looked like an odd dark little shadow on the floor. Thought to myself - sarcastically- "Ha, it's probably a dead mouse, I hate this place". Well the lights go on and Yahtzee! The welcome wagon is here in a tiny lifeless grey body, gross claws and little teeth blazing. We seriously need to move. Until then, flip flops on at all times.

All in all, the Sox won. It still feels like summer. I'm in the middle of a 3 day weekend. I have a pile of magazines and bad cable waiting for me. Barbecue with my parents coming up on Monday. Life is good.