Back to the Internetz

Back to the blog after days of moving and getting the internet set up and trying to find the deodorant that somehow got packed with the potato masher. Phew, it feels good to get back in the saddle.

Last night I learned a few things:
1. A bottle of champagne splits evenly into exactly 6 glasses, 3 for each of us.

2. 3 glasses of champagne is about one too many.

3. The Bachelorette is a hilarious show, although I think it's supposed to be romantic and heartfelt. Maybe I just don't have a romantic bone in my body, because we just laughed and laughed at all the potential daters last night. One guy calls himself Bilbro. Seriously. I nicknamed him Bilbro Douchebaggins and then giggled for 20 minutes. See #2.

4. It is possible to dang near get your nose broken in your sleep. Mitch has wild elbows when he's asleep.

5. Einstein has claimed the spare bedroom as his own. He dragged a blanket out of a box, curled it into a little bed and has taken to sleeping in there instead of in his crate or his doggy bed. These teenagers, they just need their freedom, I suppose.

Who knows what I'll learn tonight?

Much To-Do About Nothing

Today's to-do list:
1: Change sheets.
1.5: Do not let dog sleep on sheets tonight, no matter how much he whines.

2: Finish laundry.
2.5: Actually put laundry away instead of letting it sit on the laundry chair for oh, two weeks.

3: Clean out storage room.
3.5: Have Mitch clean out storage room. It's mostly his crap anyway.

4: Go to gym.
4.5: Think about working out and eat frozen chocolate chips instead.

How sad, 4.5 is the only one I've done so far...sigh.

The Great Ice Storm of 2009

Truth be told, this will probably be the only ice storm we have this winter, but I enjoy the added drama (what, me?).

Because it hardly ever snows and rarely ices in the great OK, the roads are still in terrible shape, even though they should be salted by now.

Also people can't handle the ice and are driving crazy, absolutely crazy, y'all. It's like you have two options: prove you're a badass by driving 90 or drive like you're losing the Retirement Home Grand Prix. Luckily I have a third option: Boston Terrier chauffeur.

OMFG, a picture! And it's a dog driving a car! I'm predicting about three million new followers today.