Day 551

I would like to return this Monday. It had too much Monday in it.

Day 550

We are slowly spreading rock and roll for pigs.

Also, we helped dig out the storm drain at Husband's parents' house so that the lake of slush and snow at the foot of their driveway could start to drain. We were following the family motto - "If it's worth doing, it's worth over-doing!"

I fit right in...

Day 549

My mouthwash and my garlic are duelling to the death.

This is why you always make your spouse also eat the hummus.

Day 548

Today we sang rock and roll for pigs. 

It is possible that Husband is right that the four year old is a bad influence on us.

Day 547

It is a surprisingly short Wikipedia chain from flow charts to Cheaper By the Dozen.

Day 546

Overslept, showered in the wrong order and got to work early. Luckily, Husband realizes how much it pains me to shower uncaffeinated, so he brought me a latte and packed Easter chocolate in my lunch. 

I'm not sure what you mean by "spoiled". Please explain.

Day 545

I'm beginning to suspect I'm going to be singing Everything is Awesome at poor Husband forever. 

This might be why we rarely go to see movies...

Day 544

A day of terrible headaches and then finding out that we have to take the car into the shop.

We drowned our sorrows in community, Lego marvel, and, in Husband's case, a particularly ludicrous bowl of ice cream, courtesy of me.

Day 543

Husband and I had intended to go see two movies tonight... But then we started playing video game, and all of a sudden it was nine o'clock and we hadn't made dinner yet. 

Up next: a weekend with a similar level of productivity and responsibility!

Day 542

I'm not sure how single parents manage without someone to roll their eyes at over their kids' heads.

Day 541

When making up silly songs, 'Pants!' is an excellent final lyric.

Also, today I actually shovelled the front sidewalk, and it is making me feel remarkably accomplished.

Day 540

Today I got to leave work early and Husband had to work very late.

Maybe our bosses can work something out where tomorrow I work through breaks so Husband can have a nap?

Day 539

It had been a long day for Team Giggle-Snort....

Day 538

I'm beginning to suspect that global warming still isn't acknowledged as a thing because a bunch of people had to shovel snow multiple times in one day and decided to declare War on Winter.

Seems almost reasonable to me.

Day 537

Some days, silliness must out.

Day 536

Best Pi Day ever.

Pizza (pie), Veronica Mars, and pie.

And also friends.

Also also wik Husband, who would point out houses while I was penguin walking over ice, and then he'd stop walking so I could look away from my feet and at the interesting house in question. And then let me talk at him a lot about the movie.

Which he also just saw.

Day 535

It feels like a grave injustice that tomorrow is not a holiday; I should be allowed to stay home and watch Veronica Mars before going out to watch Veronica Mars!

Also, four year olds are fantastic at projecting their desires onto other people. And also at waving pencils dangerously close to eyeballs.

Day 534

 Doing a google image search for Santa will not always make you happy.

Day 533

While Husband agrees that it is a bad life choice to let/encourage me to put my cold hands on his spine, I am apparently not supposed to point it out... Just shut up and take advantage.

Day 532

Husband and I both ended up with sodden socks and boots... But not at the same time. Mine got wet from the giant puddles on the sidewalk on the way home; his got wet when he swam through the snow to get to the shed.

One of us is clearly more awesome than the other.

Day 531

Added to the list of the top ten weirdest questions I have ever asked Husband:

"Is there spaghetti on my ear?"

Day 530

A maddening sort of productivity today. Husband was cloistered in the spare oom working, and I sat in the basement tearing out row upon row of knitting. Turns out it takes much longer to undo than to do, if you have to do it stitch by stitch.

Day 529

1. Someday I would like to do some reno-type work around the house without finding something horrible. I am beginning to suspect that day will never come.

2. If you get too discouraged to make the rather involved dinner you had planned, and then decide to do it anyway as a matter of pride... Maybe you should check the clock first. Sometimes it's better to fuck your pride and toss a pizza in the oven.

I will almost certainly take that back when I get to eat leftover peanut sauce tomorrow.

Day 528

This evening has been a curious mix of responsible and irresponsible.

Finished the readings for the first module of the course I am taking that starts in a couple weeks, got a bunch of knitting done, ate vegetables, and did a bunch of updates on my near-fatally wounded laptop.

I also had mcdonalds for dinner and got sucked into the addictive world of online quizzes.

Apparently I am both Kaylee from Firefly and Krieger from Archer, which really shouldn't be possible.

(Also Giles, Wallace, Lily, and Abed, for anyone keeping track...)

Day 527

Does anyone accomplish anything when the weather is like this -especially this late in winter?

Inquiring minds want to know.

Day 526

Gfdktfggdgbhfdjgdreyiokvfwrt. Guys give

So there, Husband.

Edit: Also **PANCAKES!!**

Happy now?

Day 525

I don't think I have quite outgrown show and tell yet. I just want to share all the neat things I have or see.... With all of the people.

This might be why our dinner party abruptly became a cookbook viewing party. (Is that actually a thing? Can that be a thing?)

Also Husband took over my job in the kitchen, and doesn't need stitches!

All in all, a huge success.

Day 524

Two things:

1. I need to make a rule that Husband and I can only start talking about Vince Li/mental illness before nine o'clock or something. Otherwise it pushes back our bedtime too much.

2. Will this be night three of dreams about Justin Bieber? What strange adventures could we go on next?

Day 523

Husband and I crossed seven items of off the to do list today...and finally got the first coat of paint on in the spare room.

Which means.... I no longer live in a house with a pink room! The universe makes sense again!