kate rothwell

For once it really wasn't a "tell me how much you lurve me" moment, but that doesn't mean I don't appreciate the notes. They're lovely. Thank you. It is a matter of embraaaaaaaaaacing life more and that means getting off the computer more often. All the angst and worry and panic--I'm talking horrible symptoms--and I think they all add up to Turn off the computer and go look at actual members of your own species. Or maybe some other monkeys.

but that's not what's going on around here. That's all moan whine kvetch whimper complain fret rail grumble in other words, nothing new, nothing, nothing new inside or out (except truly outside there's a lot of snow which is a PITA for picking up Aya). One big question on our minds: why are onions bad for dogs or perhaps Alton Brown is full of baloney?

It's February vacation week, that random week in the middle of the long winter when the schools close down for no apparent reason. I figure it's the middle of the winter and teachers can't bear another minute of looking for lost boots or snowpants. Today is the other big day in our schedule. The big white trucks are out front. They are in our sewers. They are sending us notices, several, actually: construction notice sanitary sewer rehabilitation and sanitary sewer lining. followed by a long explanation of how great it'll be when they're done. Notices include suggestions on how to respond such as fill the trap on all drains to reduce the likelihood of odors caused by the pipe lining process. In the unlikely event** that you experience this problem, please open windows until the odor disappears. umm. It's February? at the very bottom of all the notice, handwritten in big block letters: PLEASE LEAVE TOILET LIDS DOWN. As soon as I figure out how to put water in a...

The good: They amuse themselves easily. The bad: They have all next week off.