That made no sense.
First, an update on the Bathtub Broccoli. I thought I had the clog fixed but was sorely mistaken, so a very nice maintenance man came out and fixed what was probably a very disgusting hair clog while I watched Survivor. I really hope those guys are paid well.
Other things that are going on:
My nine-year old niece came to visit for a couple of days while her mother (not my sister, but a close friend) was at a conference. Said niece and I rocked the Baltimore-DC area while seeing The Shaggy Dog, the That's So Raven Oh Snap-a-thon, the National Zoo, the Lincoln Memorial, and the Pentagon City Mall. I had a feeling that after we drove down to the National Mall and hiked over to the Lincoln Memorial, she would look at it for 10 seconds and then say, "Okay, let's go." I was right, but then I got all pseudo-parental on her and made her look at it for at least five more minutes. Absorb that culture, child! Okay, now let's go shopping!
I have also picked up a second job of sorts, doing freelance work in the evenings, so much of my spare time is suddenly not so spare. This has severely cut into my carefully constructed TV viewing schedule. I didn't get to watch Prison Break until last night people!
I'll leave you with a picture of the Ben & Jerry's sunflower seed planter that my mom gave me for Christmas, which is just about to bloom. I have to keep it in my office so that Helen the Cat won't eat it. And yes, that is a Happy Bunny next to it. I am so mature and professional, fuck, yes I am.
