Sweet

OK, so I think the sickness has passed. At least, that's what I'm telling myself so I can quench my overwhelming thirst for beer this evening.

I don't know what it was, but for some reason ever since I caught this nasty bug (which I'm blaming on one of those damn kids from the Field Museum) I've only wanted to eat sweets. Of course, this phenomenon could be due to the pairing of said sickness with the arrival of my period. I have been party to not one, but two cake-making episodes this week. And I'm pretty sure that I've consumed the majority of both of those cakes (one cookie, one Funfetti, both with vanilla icing). I just polished off the last of the cookie cake here at work and my eyes are beginning to twitch. I may have to go into sugar detox.

Last night we enjoyed a nice glass of wine on our front steps. The rise in temperature had the neighborhood bustling - and (even though I couldn't really taste the wine due to congestion) it was exciting because we began to realize that this is why people stay here through the winter. This is what we pay for. Wine, warm breeze, seagulls flapping overhead, Lula at the screened window meowing at us and sniffing the new smells she's not been exposed to all winter. People watching on our stoop. Barbecue in the air. Spring. Ahh.

This Week: A Photo Essay

Suffer No More

Ummm I'm at a loss for words.

Welcome to Our Town, Belated

Someone caught wind that Mike and I moved into the neighborhood. Because now, after living somewhat peacefully for the last four months, our mail slot is being incessantly jammed full of "Welcome to Our Town" paraphernalia. We've gotten letters and flyers and vouchers and coupons (all addressed to us personally nonetheless) from possibly 75% of the businesses in the area, from dentists to restaurants to nail salons to insurance agents. It's gotten so bad that I have to cradle the mail in my arms just to get it the three feet from the box to the kitchen table. I feel like pulling a Kramer; I just don't want to get mail anymore. No more! I'd like to know who told them.

In other news, the weekend, as you may already know, was jammed full of fun (not mail). I miss our out of town guests already. I think the cat does too. She keeps pawing at the empty Stella beer box.

I've got my hand up

So we got one of those world map shower curtains. It makes bathroom time infinitely more interesting - and educational. I do have a question though. What's the difference between a "gulf" and a "bay?" I'm looking at the map, and my initial theory of one being larger than the other seems to be debunked.

Of course I could look something like this up on my own, and have my question resolved in no time. But I was one of those kids that never raised her hand in grade school so I'm making up for it now.

I'll expect responses in paragraph form.

Thank you, that is all.