January 2011
looking cute while pickling
last night, while fran painted our bedroom in big, bold navy blue stripes, i decided that i needed to do something, too. without many friends in boston to call upon and when fran is occupied doing something (like painting, a thing that i cannot stand to even think about), i need to distribute my time in such a way so i don’t fall into depression or end up laying on the couch thinking...
“you definitely got something on your khaki’s”
honey, our sea turtles have finished breeding
bored one day on the train back from new york, fran and i decided to invest in some property. we’ve always heard that it’s wise to own more, so we thought long and hard and pulled the trigger on something we’ve had our eye on for awhile. so we bought a little island and put a zoo on it. and we can manage it all from his iphone.
it’s a modest little zoo—bright and cheery...
“did it look as good as it felt?”
– no clue. but i sure do hope so.
squirrel toes for days
at the moment, there is just a whole bunch of shit shoved into our second bedroom. our living room and kitchen look fantastic. my mom said it looks like ‘magazine fantastic’. and my mom has really good taste. better taste than your mom, probably.
but our second bedroom is a disaster zone. things just shoved behind a door that remains closed at all times.
and there are a lot of...
you'll never believe this! NEVER!
there’s a noreaster heading to the city late tonight.
i picture a giant, demented pink bunny. or a weasel with a giant, demented pink bunny mask. or that man on hoarders who turned his bathroom into a rabbit hutch.
but really, a noreaster (with a little apostrophe between the nor and the easter) is just a winter storm in the northeast.
there is so much i don’t know.
but i’ll...
“he was like the celine dion of cantors”
– you should have heard his ‘on eagle’s wings’
back to basics
the power went out last night. we were in the middle of having a modern night together: a few episodes of jersey shore and then some food network show that i tuned out; fran was loading the dishwasher; i was entering ourselves to win the hgtv dreamhome in stowe, vermont; we were catching up on laundry. you know: just twomodern people doing modern things in our modern home.
and then the power went...
