Some lovely, um..photos.

Clapotis! Finito! Really fat kitten optional.

Don't worry, that's not a weird bump in my knitting. I just thought it was an okay idea to drape the clapotis across my coat.

So, I went to Columbus this weekend. It was really fun! I had actually not yet heard about Katie's getting into culinary school, so I got to tease her about finding out on the internet instead of finding out from her. I also drank like a 19 year old on Saturday night. I mixed wine, beer, gin, and whatever's in a long island. I also saw some guy I used to sleep with (it's apparently not a trip to Columbus unless I run into several guys I used to sleep with) at O'Reilley's. And then, we went to Jessica's and sang and danced like insane people until 6 in the morning. But I didn't throw up! Growth.

I am really hoping you're hearing this news for the first time, because I am apparently in the bad habit of drunk dialing you, and forgetting about it immediately. Also, I committed a major faux pas, and kind of told everyone about our blog. Don't worry, I am sure they either don't remember, or didn't understand the url I slurred at them.

Here are some more clapotis picures:

To the left, we have the clapotis
worn like a scarf. To the right,

we have Karen doing something
weird. (not shown: glass of wine and That Seventies Show.)

Speaking of T.V., I know you hate Valentine's Day commercials as much as I do. Apparently, hideous diamond jewelry from the mall is the only appropriate gift for women for every major holiday. Pretty much the only thing I don't hate commercial-wise is those commercials narrated by David Duchoveny about...shelter dogs!! Have you seen them? They're for Pedigree. They sort of make me cry. They work like that Wal-Mart commercial with retarded children worked for Nick.

(what the fuck is wrong with me?)