Thursday, February 26, 2009

bedrooms are not studios

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Monday, February 23, 2009

The expiration date on our milk is March 5th.
It can't be long now.

Friday, February 20, 2009

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Monday, February 16, 2009

Sunday, February 15, 2009

Eddie and I met six years ago today.

You know when you're in the ring and someone is about to go for the KO and they just keep punching you and punching you in the face? It would be like that if instead of punches they were giving you something nice like kisses or flowers.
We have now officially entered what Eddie likes to call 'Tornado Alley.' It's that time of year when we hit a powerhouse of events. It starts with Valentine's Day, then there's my birthday (LESS THAN three weeks away now), and then our anniversary. Last night I was looking through a box of things I have saved and pulled out two items. The first is a poem that Eddie wrote to ask me to his prom and the second is a picture of me dressed as a spy with Ellen and Anne taken after I asked him to mine.
(sometimes I wonder which one of us is the boy and which one is the girl in this relationship)

Saturday, February 14, 2009

Happy VD

Thursday, February 12, 2009

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

I try to go to bed on the hour or the half-hour so I can pretend like I have goals.

Monday, February 9, 2009

Saturday, February 7, 2009

for real.

Laura: "I memorized the whole super bowl shuffle."
Otis: "I'm mama's boy Otis, one of a kind."
Laura: "The ladies all love me for-"
Otis: "My body and my mind."


I thought the rest of the night would have to be a let down after all that, but it absolutely was not.

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

my impression of a uterus

still no job.

Monday, February 2, 2009

Sunday, February 1, 2009

For my birthday I would like a xerox machine and one of these