There's this crow that keep landing on our window ledge and peeking inside our apartment. Obviously, looking for a tasty rabbit snack. Frisky's days are numbered.
I have the flu. Probably not that swine one I keep hearing about. We'll never know for sure since the liklihood that I will go to the doctor is PRETTY LOW. I would rather stay at home complain a lot, and look at random things on the internet.
Sometimes you pick up some string and pointed sticks, and you make something perfect:
I'm really happy with the way this hat turned out. It's so springy and bright! Thanks again for the yarn, Michelle!
Want to know another great thing about spring, besides my amazing hat? It no longer makes me want to rip my face off because of stuffy noses and migraine-y headaches. I have had really bad allergies for the last 2 years after what I thought was a lifetime free pass, and I finally did something about it- I got a neti pot.
In case you don't know about these, this is how you use them:
If you're like me, you will spend 2 years looking at that picture and going EWGROSSNOBADTOOCLOSETOMYBRAINAUGGGHHH, and then avoid thinking about it some more. Also, most people describe the first time as "feeling like I'm drowning."
Seriously, the idea that my sinuses and my brain separated by so little is really hard for me to take. I'm still recovering from learning that the Egyptians removed the brains with a HOOK through the NOSE before preparing bodies for mummification AUUGHHGHHGROSSSSSCHANGESUBJECT-
ANYWAYS, I finally overcame my UNDERSTANDABLE hesitance, and I'm so glad. Hot weather still makes me cranky, but now without a headache along with it. Also, it's less like drowning and more like getting knocked underwater by a huge wave. Not that bad.
So, we went on vacation last week to Montreal and New York, and it was fun, and I fully intended to post about it, but what's the fun in that without pictures? And we have almost no pictures of this trip at all. All pictures fall in following categories: 1. Waiting for the subway. 2. Buildings 3. Watching Dumb and Dumber in the hotel room 4. Damien eating poutine in Montreal.
THAT'S IT. I also look really pissed off in most of them. Or drunk, which was only true about half the time.
Here's one of me, waiting for the subway, only a little bit mad, with maybe one glass of wine under my belt. (PS: NEITHER IS TRUE, MY FACE SUCKS.)
Besides neti pots, I've been really into:
This American Life podcasts. Nothing I can really add that hasn't been said hundred times before, but SO GOOD. This one made me wish I had gone to summer camp.
Doctor Who on Netflix. Cheesey sci-fi with some British historical figures added in. It also has an awesome theme song, IF YOU'RE INTO THAT KIND OF THING:
So I finally got around to filing my taxes, and about an hour after I e-filed I got this message from Turbo Tax:
Note: The California Franchise Tax Board has instituted a refund delay due to the state's budget situation, but will begin processing refunds as soon as funds allow.
Excuse me, but is this a fucking joke? California doesn't have a hundred dollars to spare? There's not even a date, it's "when funds allow." If you owe the state of California any money, please to be paying right now so I can get mines.
God, look how upset I am!
That's my eyes filling with tears for the tragedy wrought upon me by the State of California. Also, a new scarf! Made from scratch!
I've started carrying the camera around, to try and capture some of the amazing graffiti I see around Boston, specifically the subways. Here are two of the best.
Along the inbound track of Sullivan Square orange line. It's nice that in the middle of all these braggarts writing their names along the wall, someone with something to SAY took the time to leave their mark. It brings back fond memories of mulletsgalore.com. Anyone else remember that site? I used to read that every week. Back when mullets were funny.
On one of the benchs along the outbound track at Haymarket orange line. I like to think that someone was waiting on this bench, saw the first, mishappen monster scrawled in the wood, and thought "Oh, HELLS no. First off, balls do NOT-", and then just took out a pen and furiously etched their reply.
I woke up this morning and thought, "Don and I worked hard all week. Don't we deserve something special this Sunday morning?"
Yes, yes we do.
These were as amazing as they looked, with some veggie bacon and coffee. I'm now considering going to the Apple Store and buying one of these bad boys. Because I deserve some decadence.
P.S. Matt Paul, Frisky has some words for you....
Yikes. It was shocking to see how angry he was, pounding away at the keyboard.
P.P.S. Paws using keyboards!!! Oh, it never gets old.
Since my blog's most die-hard fan (my mom) has been missing the updates, well, here's one for you ma.
Uuuuuuuhhhhhh, not much to say. But I do have a new picture of everyone's favorite lard butt bunny!
Here is Frisky putting his keen intellect to good use. According to Don, his insights in to the Post Classic Mayan period is going to throw the archeology community into upheaval. Scholars will be running amok and throwing scholarly articles on bonfires left and right.
To me, the best part of this picture is the image of Frisky furiously writing down notes. Paws holding pens! Lordy, it's TOO MUCH!
(Side note, once we took this photo, we realized we had crossed a line. A definite lifestyle choice has been made.)
Right now it's noon, and it looks like 7:00 pm outside. It was really nice out for a couple of days, and I, foolish non-winter surviver that I am, thought that meant it was spring. WRONG WRONG. It then hailed and snowed and generally acted like a horse's ass outside for the next couple of days. Even though, I like the contrast between terrible weather and nice and sunny days to come. They just better come soon.
