Missing: Clothes

I am going through my clothes this morning and I'm thinking, "dude, I thought I had more clothes." Is it that nothing fits anymore? Am I just tired of everything? Have I unpacked all my stuff? Anyway, I couldn't find anything to wear, so I ended up in an outfit that's especially drab and boring. I feel like I am a black & white movie character in a color movie. I should be eating parsnip pie in a depression camp.

My office

This is what happened today so far:

1. An argument.
2. An ad crisis.
3. So and so, who keeps talking and talking and talking about her house.
4. Me and you know who making cracks about So and so.
5. Someone else is at anger management classes.

Whenever I'm here, I am releived that I am myself and not anyone else.

Suffragette City.



Our house was built in 1910. In 2010, if we still live there...and I hope we do because I am seriously hating the idea of ever moving again, we're going to throw a birthday party for it.

Here's what was happening in 1910.

This afternoon in 2004, I'm going home to a stainless steel refridgerator that makes crushed ice on demand. I should also put on some Gershwin and glide around the dining room in my socks...just to balance that out.

Pleasant Weekend

Wine party, bike rides, kickball. Nice weekend all around. Sunday was the first day where we didn't really have to get up and do something in the morning and I was super exhausted from the previous night's wine party and wanted so badly to sleep in and relax. The bed was so warm and cozy...but Leon wouldn't let me get away with it. He's up hammering, spackeling and clanging around all over the house. I got up reluctantly, but he owes me a lazy day credit. Pep, if I stay in bed and sleep all day, it's better for our finances because I'm not out there in the world wasting gas or spending money.

Credits update:
Bacon credit = 2
Lazy day credit = 1
You drive this time = 1


That's just where it stands.