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A quiet day.

A quiet day.

I am a marketer’s dream.
A sucker for the new thing to try.
Increasingly finding out about their schemes through social media.
Unable to resist for lack of better gumption.
The taco? Not as neat as you might expect if you favor Doritos
or can stomach Taco Bell from time to time.
Extremely brittle and barely registering flavor.
My mistake was getting the supreme version.
With “sour cream” that was applied way, way too liberally.
A request for “just a bead” would fall on deaf ears.
Chipotle doesn’t get that either.
I drive home with stains on my shirt,
nacho flavored cheetle in my beard,
and shame.


The color schemes for Easter make sense.

This Fiat 500 is pretty adorable.
Caught this decked out ride on the river as I scrambled around the city for a few choice supplies
and various pieces of furniture to surprise a friend who was out of town.
Instead of simply cat-sitting I decided to channel Niecy Nash from Clean House and give the
place a deep spring cleaning and spice up a few rooms. The 12 hour marathon turned out great.
(And the recipient was quite pleased.)

I’m not sure it’s considered babysitting if it lasts for 2 hours, but that’s what went down.
It flew by thanks to equal parts:
1. Lego VW bus assembly (nowhere near complete)
2. Super Mario World classic SNES game
3. Breaking out old Star Wars toys
4. Annie’s cheddar bunny snack mix and soda water.
5. Hitting the nieghborhood playground because the St. Patrick’s Day weather was AMAZING.
I wonder if I could have kept them entertained for much more with all that packed in.
That said, I salute parents.


Tom and I took two hours out of the afternoon to see what we could make with 10 bucks each from the dollar store.
I’m undecided if we improved upon the materials, but I’m leaning toward ‘yes.’