Showing posts with label Rachel's Boyfriend. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rachel's Boyfriend. Show all posts

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Where Is My Boyfriend?

Tater has been outside for a really really long time. I have no idea why.

Also, do you know about cooperative snapping? Let us show you.

Monday, August 10, 2009

Cats are just tiny ninjas in fur suits

On Tuesday, my kittens Nimbly and Pimbly (who aren't actually kittens any more, but retain their title) decided to rip a hole in the drywall in my bathroom. Pimbly hung out under the tub until we discovered her shenanigans, but Nimbly decided to go all the way. He discovered a hole to under the very floor of the house itself! How thrilling! Then he spent 45 minutes taunting Tater and me before he allowed himself to be caught and brought back inside like a normal kitty.

The moral of this story is: cats are destructive jerks.

The end!

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Moving is hard!

For almost two weeks now, Tater and I have been trying to move in to our new place that we bought that is ours that we will live in (we're very excited about this.) However, everything takes SO. MUCH. LONGER. than you think it will. Since 2 weekends ago, I have repainted the kitchen, replaced all the knobs on my cabinets, ripped out the old bathroom sink & counter, ripped out two walls and part of the floor in the bathroom, replaced the sink two walls and part of the floor, replaced the innards in the back of the toilet, picked up all the random bits of junk that were left in our yard, and of course cleaned everything. Despite my initial optimism on the amount of time these "small repairs" would take - we're still not moved in. I can, however, gladly report that we are ready to move in. Sure, there might be a little bit of exposed plywood left in the bathroom, and don't even get me started on moulding - but it's livable. There's no leaks, drips, holes, or mold!

Film at 11

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Another True Story

AS I TYPE, my boyfriend is driving in a truck cross-country with his cousin Andy. A while ago, I asked how he and Andy are related, since I know they're not really first cousins, but are indeed kin of some kind.

He was unable to answer this question, and was only able to offer as evidence: "We grew up across the street from each other and have the same last name. He's my cousin."

This is North Carolina, my friends.