Smallhouse Log

Wednesday
"That's funnier than Joel's head!" -Jo, 02/14/2005

I think things are alright now. She surprised me with a card and Her Majesty on vinyl (which is, incidentally, so awesome I.... yeah), but then I made her a valentine and served her breakfast in bed. And apparantly, it's not that she doesn't like flowers at arbitrary times; it's that she only likes them from certain people. So.

This is why I like well-defined holidays. May Day. Christmas. Easter. Birthdays. I know what to do for those. It's these more-recently-widely-celebrated holidays, the ones fueled by capitalism, that I don't really get. Eh. I'll learn.

Tired of Tricky's wall being blank, I finally fixed it, with a little help from the GSB. He's now been "DECORATION'D!!!", something I made sure I pointed out to him. Last time I did major decorations:

    Tricky: "How long has that pirate flag been hanging up?"
    Ian: *amused disbelief*
    T: "It hasn't been like a week or anything, has it?"
    I: "I hung it up just now. That's what I was hammering. That's why I borrowed your hammer."
    T: "While I was sitting at my desk?"
    I: "Yes. While you were sitting right there at your desk, that's what I was noisily hammering into the wall, with the hammer I just borrowed from you."
    T: "Oh."

OK, that might be a little unfair to Patrick, but that's how I remember it.

Leah, for over an hour now, has been napping on the 7M loveseat. I took a picture of her. She's so cute!

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