So insanse

It was rather Lucy and Ricky when we got a flat tire not more than an hour into our trip down to St George. I'm glad I married a boy. He calmly found a jack, replaced the dud, and locatedthe nearest autoshop. I ate sunchips and held the keys.

Go

Last night while waiting in a long line of traffic, I let a jetta cut in front of me. The driver didn't wave. So I rammed the back of his car at full speed.
Fine I didn't. But I wanted too.

Ruby Tuesday

It might be a good idea for me to seek professional psychiatric help. One reason, among many others, is that I've started to think of, and referring to, the NPR crew as actual friends. Like, I'll come home and say "Ira said the funniest thing today." Or "Neil was really on one." But in my defense, they are the voices in my head. Literally. They talk to me on my way to work. They whisper in my ear through headphones from 9-5. And then they escort my ride home. I hear more from them than anyone who has a face I would actually recognize in a crowd.

Also, blueberries are delicious.

Crazy dogs

Because we're married now, we play scrabble. We play scrabble on the kitchen table, because the two night stands we've placed next to each other and call a coffee table just aren't big enough. We're serious about our scrabble. And it was just as Stephen was spelling "Xibit" (curse that new proper noun rule) that a loud crash sounded. And then another loud crash. And then another. And as the books went flying, we realized that maybe Target wasn't the best choice for purchasing bookshelves.

Fire burnin

Last night in Paris $600,000,000 wirth of art (including pieces by Matisse and Picasso) were stolen. And I feel bad because I imagined it to be Brad Pitt and George Clooney. And I smiled.

Shiny Happy People

Lately blogging has been a challenge. Partly because we don't have internet, and partly because I'm afraid I'll only write about our home improvement progress or post more wedding photos. I've found that while being out of school is lovely in that I no longer have homework consumed nights, I long for the excitement that accompanied every day on Brigham Young's campus. It's a bit strange to be in a routine without pulling all-nighters, stealing faculty parking spots or bombing exams. Is this what stable is?

Anyway, I decided to paint our door white. And then half door I decided that was a bad idea.

And ok, just one more photo.

One more...

Shoeless

I think that everyone should spend 30 minutes in Williams Sonoma at least once a month. It just feels good.

poker face

Last night I dreamt that I bought a baby sheep. Instead of a dog. And it needed diapars. And we took it swimming. And I wonder what Freud would say. Actually, I know what Freud would say. So maybe another dream interpreter. Like Joseph, of the Bible. With the coat. Technicolor dream coat. I guess I wonder what Donny Osmond would say.

dance til you feel better

Again, Thanks Alpha