I'm enjoying these slow mornings that don't involve taxis or buses or trains or carseats or sweating or...
|No touchy, Meyer.|
|Sam's shot. Very artsy, yes? Also, my coffee. Very creamy, yes? Yesssss...|
|All of the toys in our current possession. Definitely stimulating the creativity around here, I tell ya what!|
|Current favorite game: dump toys out and put them all back in the container. Lather, rinse, repeat.|
|This is all about as rare as a cheetah kissing an antelope so I am trying to document it as such.|
|Good boy. Bad haircut.|
Yesterday afternoon we thought we had a major gas leak in our apartment after I ran the dryer, but after much investigation by our realtor and the apartment management, we realized that someone (and by "someone" I definitely mean "the guy our realtor sent over") hooked our washer up to a 1K transformer (!!!) and the thing was BURNING. Not like, actual flames and such, so I guess I should say it was smoking or on the verge of burning, but it gave us a reason to open all the windows (soooo not looking for a reason to do that) and let the kids eat Nilla wafers for dinner. A very "who giveth a shiteth" attitude was had last night. So to wake up and have kids that weren't whining nonstop was very refreshing. Let's hope this post doesn't jinx tomorrow for me..