If I say, "No, honey, don't let me have it, we do not need to buy every shiny thing I see, I'm a fucking magpie." Too late. I loved it, so he loves it for me.

... It IS really pretty, though ...

My joy at discovering there is an entire genre of statuary known as "The Porch Goose" is tempered somewhat by the disappointment that they are all very docile-looking. This lad is excellent, but what if he was wingspread and hissing like a gargoyle? I'd put that on my porch in a heartbeat.

Our 3rd anniversary, and I think this is the first time we bought a cake for the occasion? Anyway, we nailed it.

Well it only took two moves and 7 (!) years but I managed to finally find the bookplate at the same time I found the books, and reunited them once and for all (not pictured: I did finally remove the backings and stick them inside)

Wow. This is the most savage I've seen a review be in a while, and I'm kinda here for it? Like, I don't care about this show, I'm not the target audience, but the review is the perfect balance of scathing and succinct. Caustic but poetic, like a campfire.

My help ticket: "I need someone to come to my desk and install the newest version of Acrobat so I can fill out these reports."
IT: (remotely gives me access to some custom fonts, then revokes access)
IT: (closes ticket)

Oh hey, edit time!