Joe turned 30 this weekend, and he really wants a motorcycle, so I bought him one.
It's a little Honda! Circa 1976! Made in England! Purchased on eBay!
Too cute.
We made a cake. It had to be Funfetti. Just had to be...
I am such a sucker for the Hipstamatic cake shot.
This is my family's dog, Rain.
This is the voicemail I got from my mom yesterday, verbatim:
"I had a good afternoon between work, especially when Rain jumped into the overflow of the retention pond and came up with a raccoon - and went about five rounds with it. No problems with her but I think the raccoon was suffering quite a bit. Talk to you later. Bye."
Now I love our Weimaraners, but that's why I want a small dog when I get my own pet someday. You don't have to worry about a purse-size dog trying to take down a raccoon. Eeek. That is too much for me to handle.
Most of you know about our family's other dog, Hunter. The one who is 15 years old and wears diapers.
Hunter just finished his 50th session of acupuncture. The 50th one is free. Not sure about that deal. Even Chopt gives you the 10th salad free. I wonder if Hunter is the first dog to ever make it to more than 49 acupuncture sessions?
I know what you might be thinking. Doggie acupuncture???
So my mom is a teeny bit over the top when it comes to her dogs. As evidenced by the whole dog water bed purchase. What can I say, she's a dog trainer by profession.
The poll from this week totally cracked me up - thank you so much for voting, I was amazed with the turnout! But something screwy is happening with the votes. We had 40+ at one point, and now it's showing 19. I smell a conspiracy! Count the chads!
ETA: Now it's back to 40... Paper ballots next time, I say.
Anyway, the percentage has remained about the same throughout, with 90% pro-couch. I think this whole thing has made Joe even more stubborn about never buying a couch. To that I say:
"The people have spoken."
My friend Kate said that perhaps a couch will be donated to him at the end of all this. It will just appear outside his door. Who knows? We'll see what happens. I will keep you informed.
And why is my most compelling writing about couches?
Hope everyone made it through the DC snowstorm this week. I wore stupid dumb ballerina flats that day and walked 1.5 miles in the snow, whimpering softly as I trudged along. But that's nothing compared to people who were stuck in their cars for 8 hours, or even my dad, who had to spend the night at his office with 15 other stranded employees.
Here's to spring making an appearance soon!
It's been freezing in DC this week, which is bad since my room in my apartment in Glover Park is practically a window box, just slapped on the side of an existing house. Not a lot of insulation there.
Joe's apartment is even worse. It's a great location, beautiful space - including granite countertops, which means you've arrived in the world. But virtually no heat. I guess because it's in the basement? My coat stays on when I visit. Gloves and hat sometimes too.
He also doesn't have a couch.
Just two battered Ikea chairs positioned in front of the TV.
I told Prudence and Luther this, and they said - "Does he really live there? Or is he a squatter? Is his name on the mailbox? Does he need to make a quick getaway?"
People aren't shocked by much these days, but the idea of someone not owning a couch seems to be surprising across the board. Joe and his roommate did have a couch, once upon a time, but it didn't fit through the apartment door so it was abandoned.
No couch, no heat. So when I go over there, I find myself sitting on the floor, wearing my coat. "Do you have any food?" I asked one time. "No," Joe said.
That was a bad day. Usually there is food. One day we ordered pizza. I went to the bathroom and came back - Joe and his friends were tearing apart the pizza box to use as plates. So they wouldn't have to wash dishes.
"Look, Adele, I saved you a nice corner of the box," he said.
Isn't that sweet?
Here I am, wearing my coat while eating off a cardboard "plate."
When I finished dinner, I said, "So does this go in the dishwasher, or what?"
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Silly me - I'm still happy to go over there. But I am angling for them to get a couch, any couch - here's where you can help, blogosphere! Here is today's poll question:
I did the 21st-century equivalent of sending a birthday card.
That is, writing "Happy birthday, bro" on his Facebook wall.
Supposedly, if you mention the words "Lady Gaga," your internet traffic will skyrocket. Let's try it.
I do have a reason to do this - it's not completely gratuitous. My amazing college friends and I met up for Gaga's show in Charlottesville. I know, far afield from D.C., but those Verizon tickets sold out in a snap. I was able to get six tickets together at the UVA arena, so off we went.
Part of the fun of the concert is dressing up, and there are so many Lady Gaga incarnations to choose from. Check out what my crafty friend Tori made:
How cute is she? Just a little fake hair, some styrofoam, and voila! Don't ask me how she got it to stay firmly secured to the side of her head.
Sadly, they didn't allow dogs at the Monster Ball, no matter how fabulous their extensions. Tori's puppy Isabel had to stay home.
