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My black thumb is well documented. Luckily, I try to recycle planters and the pots the erstwhile green things came in. So win-win. Except for the plants. This situation sucks for them.

Maybe it's my fault that I hog the big closet with all my shoes. But this is the state of our living room at most times. It can be totally cleaned up, and then I look under the coffee table, and there are no less than two man pairs of shoes. It makes me nuts, but then, I talk to myself and he has to put up with that.

Yeah, oops. I knocked down and broke a framed photo that Mike had shot, framed, and hung about 2 months ago. It is clearly my responsibility to fix this situation. And yet.

Those are the best plates God ever created, purchased from the best party store ever created.

Turns out casual hot wing night only sounds casual. Making the wings in a small kitchen is actually quite an undertaking. But totally worth it.  Those gnarly grease stains are gone now though, so don't freak out or anything.

And that is our new "spider", purchased in Chinatown: land of weird kitchen gadgets you didn't know you needed.

Look I was highly (and vocally) anti digital frames. We have a lot of non digital frames in the hallway, which is how things should be. But Mike brought home this one one day after a sale at Circuit City (RIP) and I am into it. This is not the start of a new trend at our place, I just like this particular one because it has a voice recording thingy (unused) and a wipe off board, so it's more of a badass multitasker than a digital frame, which is probably the exact term they should use to market these.

The problem is that neither Mike nor I can stop subscribing to magazines. So this is our rotating stack on the entry table, not counting the magazine files, the few in the bathroom, the ones in the magazine tote in the living room, and those in my nightstand. The recycled reading basket in the lobby LOVES us though.

Friends, there is a kitchen gadget wonderland. It is called TJ Maxx. I freaked out a little when I was home last, and now I have heart palpitations because holy shit there's one in the city now.

Since it's the totally hot thing to blame the recession for negative things happening in your life, I'll play along. I have stopped buying fancy Caldrea, even Mrs. Meyers, dish soap because of the recession. Well that and I have also been too lazy to visit the stores where they sell it. But it does seem doofy to spend more than a couple bucks on dish soap.

(I'm lying. My next bottle will expensive and smell like faeries.)

I'm not gonna play like we're ordering takeout the all the time and whipping out these chopsticks. I'm not gonna act like when the food gets here, I don't try to use these for a brief second but then have to get a fork almost immediately. Or that they are almost totally ornamental. Not at all.