cüddlenacht.

Yesterday, I thought maybe I was getting sick. It felt like balloons were being inflated inside my sinuses, and I had aches in places as diverse as my armpits and my gums. So I did what any right-thinking person would do: I got a box of Zicam (with a coupon, thanks to Twitter), and went out. The Parkway is doing ...

fiscal nerdery! 2

So, Matt was at the house this afternoon with the plumber and his drain-snake. (That sounds far dirtier than it actually was.) Two hours and $200 later, our kitchen sink is back to its normal state, and I’m told the dishwasher is even running. We suspect it’s something to do with the very low water pressure in there, which means ...

this is why i’m tired.

A couple nights ago, I woke up somewhere between 3 and 4am because the smoke detector was beeping. Not in a house-is-burning sort of way, but to presumably notify us that the batteries were dying. It beeped at 5 minute intervals in a loud, piercing manner, but then stopped, and I went back to sleep. We changed the batteries the ...

my drink and my two-step

Oh yes, we were. I’m surprised I got up this morning. Oh, wait, I didn’t; it was after noon. So I decided to start Project 365 today. You know, that photo-a-day thing. Here’s #1! Happy new year, everybody! Here’s to an even more awesome 2009. Is that technically possible?