Woooo! Thanks Bloggess!!! I am in fact not dead. I swearz it! I’ve been busy. Doing…stuff.
I don’t know…STUFF! Knitting, twittering, obsessively watching the olympics…
OH MY GOD, there’s nothing ON! Where is the downhill? Where is the speed skating? WHERE IS CURLING??? I CAN’T GO ON WITHOUT THEM!!!!
I do not have a problem.
In lieu of entertaining content, how about some semi-interesting pictures?
I got a cool new bag. You are totes jealous. I love that it’s my work bag but also secretly a knitting bag. With an Ugly Doll!
I pulled my arrow lace shawl out of hibernation. Maybe I’ll even finish it while it’s still cold outside, so I can wear it!
Sadie and I visited Grace! Her cats were skeptical. Here, Sadie is thinking “I sense an evil presence…”
I had a double matrixectomy!!!
Sorry you had to see that. Biscuit?
Watching TV, Kev is at the stove, stirring dinner.
Kev: What’s a twink?
ESC: you know, the sterotypical gay guy you see on tv…floating around…hellloooooo…you look FABuloooouuuus!
Kev: oh
ESC: let’s go SHOPPING!!
Kev: *laughs* OK, I got it.
ESC: And then there’s bears.
Kev: Bears.
ESC: yeah, kind of big burly guys. Like, if you were gay, you’d be a bear.
Kev: *turns to me, puts his hand on his hip* I can float around JUST FINE, thankyouverymuch!
ESC: HA! I’m blogging that.
We’re snacking on thin pretzel sticks, and Kev sticks two in his mouth and said he was a beaver. I grabbed two and put them in the sides of my mouth, straight down, and made a hissing noise.
Kev: awwww…my little walrus…
ESC: wh…wha??? walrus???? I’M A VAMPIRE!!!!!
Kev: oh…heheheh…HAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!!!
ESC: …I…I don’t think 140 characters is going to be enough to convey how offended I am right now.
Kev: HAHAHAHAHAHAOMGI’MGONNAHAVEASTROKE!!!!!!!
We are now having an argument about appropriate length of vampire fangs, and whether or not vampires can “starve to death” like beavers if their fangs are too long…
***Kev would like me to let everyone know that he did NOT hear me hiss. Got that? He didn’t hear me hiss. OK then.*
Kev has just woken from a nap, I’m about to head out shopping.
ESC: sooo…do you want me to pick up the Mario game while I’m at Target.
Kev: mmmmmmmmrrrrrrrrrAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH*streeeetch*
ESC: what is that?
Kev: grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrmmmmmmmmmmmm….BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAINS!!!!
ESC: Ok…then…I’m just going to take that as a…yes!!!
Kev: *hits me with pillow*
Now he’s up and going to Target with me. Why doesn’t he ever trust me at Target???
**we’re watching the show House Hunters on TV**
ESC: OK, so, this guy is moving from a quiet neighborhood into the city “where the action is.” So…what do you think his big complaint about the condos he looks at will be?
Kev: noise?
ESC: yep! at some point, he’s going to look out a window or lean over a balcony and say “welllll…it’s kind of noisy here…”
**later**
ESC: HA! HE JUST SAID IT! HE SAID IT WAS NOISY!!!! I WIN!!!!
Kev: what do you win?
ESC: Ummm…I dunno…respect?
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