Donuts...!

My Studly Hubby and I moved into a place that is only THREE BLOCKS from a donut place called Winchell's Donuts. To make things worse, they are open 24/7, so that they can tempt us constantly.

We've been very good so far and have only gone there two (maybe three) times. Across the street from the donut place is an even worse place called Dick's Drive-In, which supposedly has the best hamburgers in town (though not quite as good as the good ol' Hamburg Inn #2 in Iowa City) and also serves up a killer strawberry shake. To make things worse, they are cheap, and fast. Tonight we went to the donut place. I had a dream last night about fresh-baked chocolate chip cookies and have been craving chocolate all day because of it. If you have any idea why I might have a dream about chocolate chip cookies, please lete me know because I am clueless about it. The donut satisfied my craving - and it was much closer and easier than going out to find (or actually baking - gah) a decent chocolate chip cookie. Besides, it was kind of fun walking through our neighborhood after dark and peering into everyone's houses. I am in the midst of Interior Organization and Decorating in our new apartment and am very interested in fresh ideas. Plus, I am a nosy neighbor.

Happy donuts everybody!!

How about a kiss?

This is what us scientists call "antigen sampling."

Update on the tonail and the butt zit

My toenail was healing, then I snagged it on something and am now back to square 1. I am going to try wrapping it up and heading out for a run tomorrow, we'll see how that works. Meanwhile my butt zit healed but another one popped up - this one actually looking more like a bug bite than a zit. Since we haven't yet seen any bugs here in Seattle, we are thinking it may be a spider bite and now my Studly Hubby (who has several such mystery bites himself, one on his back and one on his arm) is on a quest to search out and destroy all the spiders in our apartment.

Alligator Anyone?

Ready for something gross? This is a picture of a mighty python who literally busted a gut trying to eat an adult alligator. The python also managed to get its head cut off somehow (upper left). According to National Geographic, who posted a little article about this event (and made a show about it on the National Geographic Channel), the python either simply couldn't handle its enormous dinner, or got into a fight with another alligator - a friend who was coming to the rescue - hence the python's missing head.

I guess this isn't the first time a python has had trouble taking down its whole meal. Speedy KT, who turned me on to this whole python situation, discovered another National Geographic story about a python that ate a pregnant sheep and was so bloated from the meal that it couldn't move. It eventually puked the whole thing back up (bummer). National Geographic also cited an incident of a pet python eating an entire queen sized electric blanket.

Those pythons clearly haven't gotten the concept of "portion control."

My BIG TOE...!

While I was walking around innocently today, I stopped suddenly and somehow stubbed my toe on my other foot, ripping a corner of my toenail off. I moaned about it to my husband, who told my toe that he loved it very much but then said that while he was in soccer he was lucky if he even had toenails. I guess in comparison my injury is really not that severe. It hurts more to look at than it actually hurts. But still, it's my TOENAIL...!

A beer and some allergies

The Studly Hubby had to stay home from work the past few days due to a bad case of the allergies - or a mild case of something worse - so he had to miss a work outing tonight which involved beer. The Studly Hubby isn't as big of a fan of beer as I am so I'm not sure that he minded but I certainly had a good time and even managed to get a ride home from a co-worker.

I am a big believer in speeding up the getting-to-know-you process with beer. Unfortunately, it would be weird to pull out a case during lunch and pass it around (although it has been done, and the popularity of this lunch-beer business seems to be correlated directly with the number of Wisconsinites you are having lunch with). So, you have to wait for some sort of beer-related opportunity to come up, and then be sure to have some. So that's what I did. And it worked out well, I think I finally broke down some barriers and even learned a few new names.

My boss' chihuahua

We went to my NEW boss' house on Sun night for a little party and met my boss' new dog - a 5 lb Chihuahua! The dog is very cute, but what was even cuter was my boss, a world-reknowned scientist, wandering through the party with the chihuahua parked on his shoulder. Then he told us a funny story: he never wanted the chihuahua, and his daughter and wife sort of bought him without permission. The boss then proceeded to totally fall in love with the chihuahua (he's scratching the dog's stomach as he's telling this story) and now it appears the boss and the dog have a very tight relationship.

I'm working the Studly Hubby for a dog to join our family. The chihuahua scene helped my case - usually any cute dog will win my Studly Hubby's heart pretty fast and this one was no exception. I'm not sure if we're chihuahua people, but really, a chihuahua dog is better than no dog at all. I'll keep working him and let you know how it turns out.