As you know, Marisa and I are in the process of moving in together (well, I'm moving a selection of my crap into her place) and so our newest project was born.
I give you Newly Cohabitating: Episode 1. Yes, we've started an audio podcast! If we do it again we'll launch a blog and all that good crap. Give it a listen (it is about 10 minutes long) and let us know if you want more.
I have an uncanny ability to collect staggering amounts of change in short order. Until recently, most of that change ended up scattered across my apartment: on the floor, on top of the fridge, in the cushions of my sofa, on top of the TV... you get the idea. Marisa put a stop to all of that (she demanded that I start putting my change in a bowl, before we were going out even! Shortly thereafter I started putting my change in a bowl).
I have collected just under 8 pounds of change.
I'll wait as you read that again.
Yep, you read that correctly: 8 frickin' pounds of change.
The question is, how much money does 8 pounds of change translate to? That question is difficult to answer since the mix of change can't be determined (8 pounds of silver dollars, one imagines, would be worth more than 8 pounds of pennies), but it is still fun to guess! I'll be cashing in my change tomorrow morning and posting the amount that I get in the afternoon.
My guess is somewhere in the neighborhood of $85. Marisa says $23 (she so totally wrong). What do you think?
This is gosh darned funny.
I think that bald cats have suffered for too long! The taunts of shaggy cats as they walk down the street, the hesitant look from people as they reach to scratch the bald kitty's head only to realize there is no fur to scratch. This must be stopped! Thankfully, Kittywigs is here to help!
For the low, low cost of $50 you can get the follically challenged cat in your life a boost of confidence. And really, how can you put a price on kitty love?
It is always a nice feeling when you know that someone you care about is very happy. You know the feeling, don't you? A sort of warm, squiggly feeling deep inside of you that let's you know the world isn't half bad.
It is not unusual for someone to feel this way at a wedding of a dear friend, and I am happy to report that is just how I felt this past Friday. However, this feeling was amplified because two good friends were getting married... to each other and I can take at some of the credit for it.
Thad and Angie (if those are their REAL names) got hitched this past weekend after a 2 year courtship (or there abouts) and I introduced them to one another! Such is the mighty power of the Blankbaby, I tells you!
Remember, ladies, I'm still single and I am very fashionable as evidenced by the above picture.
Anyone who has encountered Thad and Angie (or Thadgelica as some have called them) over the past year or so could tell that these two wacky kids were meant to be together. I'm just happy they let me participate in their happy day (I was an usher, and I must say that I ush with the best of 'em).
The ceremony itself was very nice, though the priest's homily was a little creepy. He managed to bring up pedophilia and having a threesome with Christ in the same homily. It was most impressive. I also nearly managed to make Marisa laugh out loud during the ceremony, which would have been hilarious (to me at least).
Other highlights of the evening include:
I don't think I look like Elton John, but I might look like Charles Nelson Reilly in this picture (taken by Marisa). I'm not sure that's an improvement. I'm going to be single forever, aren't I?
Thanks, Barry!
I need to download some of these.
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