March 2012
The weather alert ended & we watched Survivor in peace.
So, we take back the mean things we said about Robin Reed.
But we still will mock his porn stache.
Muscle Facts
fakescience:
“Unless a tornado actually hit, Robin Reed, I’m gonna punch you in your...”
– Keith, on the “WDBJ 7 SPECIAL REPORT !!!!!!!!!! during Jeopardy!
February 2012
I erroneously pronounced Gramps dead.
I was certain of it.
Turns out, he was just sleeping.
A deep, deep fish sleep.
Seth Thomas: Month Fourteen
Dear Seth,
I cannot even begin to describe how quickly the last year has gone by. It feels as if I’ve blinked my eyes a couple of times and - wham! - you went from a tiny, swaddled burrito to a grinning, laughing little boy.
With fondness, I remember the first time you had “solid” food - some orange mush from a glass jar. You weren’t yet old enough to hold your head up...
The thermometer, wax, wicks & fragrance oil cost about $25.
We made the four candles & still have wax leftover, too.
Overall, it didn’t take long and they smell delicious! Keith’s are apple cinnamon & mine, I mixed with leftover candles (hazelnut cream) and the oil. It smells like cider and the color matches, too.
The apartment smells delicious right now. The...
Waxxxxxy.
Stayed up entirely too late last night [read: 3:3O], watching John Safran vs. God. Laughing, enjoying ourselves. Hello, youth - I haven’t seen you in a while. What? I’m too old for this? Naaah. Never. I’m still spry and — yep. Totally too old for this.
Up at 9:3O because otherwise, the all-mighty sleep schedule will be broken beyond repair.
Coffee is brewing. ...
infidi:
thomaspatricktakefour:
Gotye |...
Half the supplies for tomorrow’s candle making adventure? Check.
Grocery shopping? Check.
Movies rented? Check.
Grilled cheese for dinner, bitchez.
“I come around when you least expect me, I’m sitting at the bar when your glass...”
– “Heartbeat”, Childish Gambino (via palahniukandchocolate)
A late night.
A sleep-filled morning.
A long, hot shower.
Coffee, cigarettes & classic rock.
It is going to be a great weekend.
head to the desk.
Today is the day of “are you fucking kidding me?”
I don’t know whether to laugh or cry or bang my head against a wall.
The morning started out with Keith not feeling well. It is awful to see him sick - I can’t do anything to help him, either. He took the rest of the day off of work and is at home, now.
At work, I am running the entire department - which is more like...
Dinner and copious amounts of peek-a-boo.
Man charged after cooking own meal at Denny's →
“Police say 52-year-old James Summers, wearing a tie and carrying a briefcase, claimed he was sent by Denny’s corporate office Tuesday to be the new manager at the restaurant in Madison. The current manager told him he must have the wrong restaurant. Summers told her she apparently had not received the memo about the change in leadership…”
Annotated.
Last night:
new bottle of beam
long, good talk
survivor [of which we only watched half. “A VIRUS!!”]
frozen pizza & breadsticks
deep, deep sleep
Today:
waking up @ 6:3O [when we usually leave]
running the entire department by myself
no lunch break
5 service calls and an unending stack of work
two cigarettes & an understandable dependance on the e-cig
dinner w/ the...