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Spring is coming!

The dog has lately taken to peeing and pooping in the house again, after being 99% housetrained. I am not thrilled with this development, mainly because it forces me to choose between steam-cleaning the carpet that is GOING AWAY when we renovate, starting at the end of March or smelling dog pee ALL THE TIME. Guess which I chose?

I hate the smell of dog pee, but there you are.

Cannot WAIT for this reno to start. I’ve never purchased a toilet before - who knew there were so many options? Also, I know myself well enough that I should NOT watch Moulin Rouge while thinking about decorating ideas for my bedroom. There is a LOT of decoration in that movie, and my tastes are such that someone who spent their entire life in a Russian Orthodox church would take a look at my place and go “yeah… that’s crowded.”

I am still not a skier. The boots are definitely to blame, since I went a size up and my feet did the same damn thing with the numbness and hurty-ness. Next season I will attempt it ONE MORE TIME with men’s boots and if that doesn’t work then I will know that I am not meant to ski and I will then try to kill myself on a snowboard. The upside is that I did get to spend a lot of time in the bar, and I chatted up random strangers for fun.

There are plenty of other was I can kill myself athletically, one of which I will be attempting on Sunday. Oooh, mystery!

I don’t know if the garden is going to happen this year. I suppose that depends on when I have to move out of my house and where I end up. If I end up in Ohio with the parents for a few weeks, I will end up tending THEIR garden, which would be an exercise in futility, much like most things are with them. We’ll see.

Still listening to Editors pretty much exclusively. I got to see them twice in February, once in NYC and once in Philly, both times with friends, which was nice. They put on an AMAZING show and I am more than ready to drop my whole life and follow them around the world. However, I’m masquerading as a responsible adult these days and that is just not possible. Would if I could.

Speaking of live music, Phish is allegedly playing in Telluride this summer. From what I understand there are NOT going to be a lot of tickets available and if I get them, we’ll go but I’m not going to kill myself trying for tickets. We’ll see what Lollapalooza is up to as well as All Points West.

I make people angry on a regular basis. Sometimes even by accident.

Goggles!

Devilment!

I can’t believe you’re making me wear this.

Time for trick or treat!

Am having issues posting photos. Phooey.

Do you have your spouse’s/partner’s Social Security digits memorized? I do. I haven’t learned Jillian’s yet, but I know Freddie’s. I also have both of our ATM cards memorized (which sucks royally whenever we get new ones), the credit cards, and the account numbers for the mortgage and our line of credit. When I still wrote checks to pay the bills, I had all of our account numbers memorized.

Is this weird? Don’t other people do this?

Freddie and I are making our offer today on the house we saw yesterday. Pray for us. He called me from work to let me know and also to ask me what my Social Security number is. Every time he asks me, I wonder why he doesn’t know it already. After all, we’ve been dealing with each other’s sensitive information for upwards of 11 years now… you’d think he’d have it down.

I told him he’ll remember it someday, like when he’s making my funeral arrangements.

Jillian’s birthday loot was not the huge mountain that I was dreading. So many lovely gifts, from clothing to Uglydolls, and it will all go to use.

Except possibly one thing. We have one of these, and it lights up and makes noise and the occasional cat meow sound. Jillian beats the hell out of it regularly.

However, we have now received one of these, and it’s still in the box, awaiting my decision as to whether or not I’m going to return it. It’s more or less the same damn thing, only this one looks like it does even more stuff, meaning it makes MORE noise and might drive Mama to drink before noon.

Jillian LOVES it. Even with it in the box, she is pressing the buttons and making it sing and whatever the hell else it does. No matter where I put it, she seeks it out to press the buttons some more and make it light up.

So now I’m torn. Do I get it out of the box and let it take up even more precious space in my teeny house? Do I return it? Will she notice if I do? Because if I return it, I’m totally buying clothing instead because girlfriend is audibly growing and has nothing at all for fall (which, in New Jersey, could start as early as tomorrow or as late as Halloween).

Maybe I should just go get my keyboard out and get her started making her own music.

So… tired…

I can’t believe my best pal Stimpy would turn on me like that!

Wait, what?

After a great deal of screaming and snots and one rather theatrical choking episode, Jillian is finally asleep. I’m sure the Tylenol I dosed her with is helping this. It was legit, though - she was a wee bit feverish and there is no room in our upcoming schedule for a sick baby! If I have to drug her to get her to sleep so that we can also sleep, then I shall. Too bad I don’t know where to get horse tranquilizers around here.

It rained all day. ALL DAY. And totally ruined my plans to maybe go to the bobsled track and ride. Tomorrow and Saturday are chock-full of triathlon goodness leading up to the race start on Sunday morning, so my chance for bobsled glory is gone.

It’s 9 o’clock - I wonder if the ice cream place is still open?