check out the two "new" posts in the kitchen. one is new, another a reprint from this site. i cheated. shoot me.
my office is closing march 31. after that i'll be working from home for a short time. this is good news, people! i'm looking forward to it. severance pay, savings plan money, unemployment compensation. and the time to help bill out with his office administration stuff.
bill and i are lov-ing (say it as two words people. love and ing) the olympic curling. too much fun. we don't have a freaking clue how it's scored, but we love it anyway. oh i suppose we could read about how it's done, but that would be work. and how much more could we enjoy it anyway?
we never told you that bella had a little piece cut out of her ear a couple of months ago. suspicious growth. all a-ok. and she looks awesome with this little half-circle-notch cut out of the edge of her ear. bill likes to say to people, "you should see the OTHER dog." heh.
i hate these freaking fake knees. blah, blah, blah. they'll feel better someday. blah, blah, blah. they freaking better. next!
my little sister, pj, moved to sarasota (where the girls are the fairest and boys are the squarest. in f-l-o-r-i-d-a. ole!) has always wanted to live there. i'm gonna miss her like hell. she and i are only 14 months apart, and we're very close.
yesterday around 11:30, we started hearing the booming of someone's stereo bass thumping very loudly. couldn't hear any music at all. just this annoying bass. we've heard it before, but this time it went on and on and on. i couldn't constrain myself, so i walked down the hall to the apartment from which i assumed the bass was blaring. i brought with me a gladware container of bill's lovely chocolate chip cookies. i had on my jammies with a robe. socks, no slippers. i wanted to appear harmless and friendly. lady down the hall with cookies in her jammies. uses a cane. "hi. i'm stacey from down the hall. we wanted you to have these, and could you turn down your bass?" lovely, charming, VERY familiar young man says, "we were sleeping. don't have on the stereo. but THANKS for the cookies and IT'S REALLY NICE TO MEET YOU." i love him. shoot. the bass is coming from downstairs. local news anchorman who is being REALLY nice about the 3 ca-razy doggies over his head. eat it, stacey.
it dawns on me later while cooking up a lovely saturday-afternoon-it's-freezing-outside-we're-not-going-anywhere just-watching-the-olympics stew that the young man is one of our favorite waiters from our favorite restaurant, stino's. neither one of us recognized the other in our pj's. go figure.
Posted by Stacey at February 19, 2006 04:48 PMGlad the pooch with the "bite" outta his hear is okay. Good news.
Sorry to hear your fake knees don't have you break-dancing (HA!) with Jackson yet. (Is he laughing at that one??? Does anyone breakdance anymore?) That sucks rocks. I really hoped they would be working fabbo and feeling fiiiine. Maybe by summer!
Sarasota! Oy. Don't ask me about Florida and rain and those bugs. Give me a foot of frickin' snow and windchills that will freeze a cow's ears off anyday.
I could go on. I won't. Fascinating post! :)
Posted by: Keri at February 19, 2006 09:17 PMI don't recognise anyone if they are not where they belong ie; behind the counter at the post office, in their garden, behind the wheel of a car.
I'm sure your new knees will grow on you.
I like working from home and you can live in those jammies if you want too!
Posted by: Anji at February 23, 2006 08:07 AMi can't seem to comment on January 28th's post, so i am putting it here. :-)
i love the new banner photo and i love camrys.
and i love you both. i hope the change is going well.
xo
Posted by: jenB at February 26, 2006 07:57 PM