FotoFlat

It's like Apple tries to make boring products good looking. Weird!

I could go ahead and get a really cute basket or bin for recycling my magazines, but that is sort of like admitting an addiction is real.

Find out what happens when inner tubes stop being cool and start being a real nuisance. 

I sensed you were totally despairing about my chair situation after my last post. Look it's fine. I have a plan. It involves a trip to Ikea and a temporary but hopefully fabulous fix.

Before I implement my plan, you have to meet the chair who's about to be replaced. It's my Emeco Navy chair. I love Emeco chairs and I got this one from eBay, knowing it had a rip in the seat, but planning all along to repair it. Surprise! I didn't. It got worse. Now it's dead to me and about to be placed on Craigslist for someone similarly ambitious but hopefully far more successful.

Fun fact: the eBay seller who sold it to me also included a dead mouse in the chair box! I won't be mentioning that in my Craigslist ad.

I've been hunting for a friggin' matching chair to this one for a couple months now, but it is eluding me (also I guess I could be trying harder). So we have a couple of pinch hitters working now, including this desk chair from Mike's old days. Like really old days. Like high school. Normally I would not allow this business to be seen but we need to put guest butts in chairs, so here it is. For some reason everyone seems to always focus on the tennis balls protecting the floor from its feet. No idea why.

Yes I have accepted that this may very well be the last time in 2009 that I see my bathing suit drying in my bathroom.

At long (far too long) last, TiVo is back in my life. Now it's way newer and improveder (it's the HD box), so I'm even more psyched on welcoming it back. Live TV watching is no way to live. No way!

I know you don't give a crud what I have been doing, but all the same, sorry I took so long to post again. I've been a little too passionate about my side collaboblog Hey Boy. 

OK anyways, that pic is from this weekend (thanks Mike Laan) — I was on vacay, so its posting is like, super backwards metaphorical. 

I'm kind of embarrassed that I don't yet own a set of champagne flutes. But not embarrassed enough to have bought some. Or embarrassed enough to not ask my BFF Tib to borrow some. These are hers after a girl's night, and they're laying down to dry because Mike thought it was less perilous than standing them up. He's pretty smart. Don't tell him I said that.

A FotoFlat first. I took a picture of these pocket tissues I bought in bulk from Target. And then I put them away somewhere really good, because I can no longer find them. Not that this has happened before. Shut up Mike.