sore throat

i have a sore throat:

i'm probably dying. which is too bad since today is halloween:

maybe the guy attacking my throat will kill me, and i'll come back as a ghost? at least that way i won't get sick from eating too much candy....

Freeze Right There!

c.b. and i may have a palatial estate, but because of some low-hanging cabinetry, we have what is practically a dorm-sized refrigerator:

the fridge part is large enough, but the freezer can't possibly accommodate my hoarding needs:

so i thought we should get a small supplemental freezer to take care of any overflow:

c.b. thought, we may as well get a good-sized freezer, since we're getting something anyway:

and since some of the giant freezers were actually less expensive and much better rated than the good-sized ones, i decided to go all out. now we have a giant freezer:

let the hoarding begin!*




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Diamonds on the Soles of Her Shoes

i don't waste my time matching socks, and luckily, as long as they are about the same thickness and shape, i don't notice the small differences:

but for some reason i'm noticing a very disturbing trend recently:

it doesn't seem to matter what shoes i'm wearing, either:

always on the right foot, which doesn't make sense because ever since my toe surgery, it's been my smaller foot:

 it's an unsolved mystery. the most annoying kind of mystery!

Good Luck Mara

today is my sister's birthday:

i am lucky that i live so near to her and can see her often:

i am very lucky that she is healthy, makes me laugh, and introduces me to delicious brunch meals:

and i am very, VERY lucky that she is so much older than me that i can feel young when i am around her:

happy birthday, sister!

The Hunger Games

bad luck. we got a hyena puppy that consumes everything that isn't nailed to the floor.  she eats cords:

sunglasses:

socks:

whatever is on the counter:

she even LITERALLY EATS OUR MONEY:

there is no good way to spin this. i hate her.

The Elusive Pin Number

really bad luck: i'm getting old. i went to get money out of an atm, i put in my card, typed in my pin number, the amount of cash i wanted, and....

apparently i typed the wrong number. so i tried again:

and once more:

but nope! i was very irritated. luckily, +j.j.   was there to lend me cash, which i wrote her a check for immediately:

unfortunately, due to aforementioned oldness, neither of us will remember that i paid her back, and i will most likely spend the rest of my life giving her $60 whenever i "remember" that i owe her money:

 

 

stupid aging!

The Proof of the Pudding is in the Taste

they can't take it back now:

next stop, a phd!