I'm about to get on a red eye flight to NYC (prayers be with me). Matt has spent his evening wandering the valley with me collecting IKEA furniture and then putting it together in my basement (for IKEA furniture is the only furniture I can get down my 1925-era hole-in-the-wall staircase). He also forced me to participate in a family photo-shoot, for which we actually dressed up and posed in front of a professional photographer. I'm now feeding him caffeine to keep him awake so he can give me a ride to the airport. Mr. Pants is digging food out of my garbage can. I'm too tired to stop him.
Also, Rebecca just called me to tell me some absurd thing, probably about her fake gluten allergy. In the middle of the conversation she happened to disclose that she is currently in New York City (for reasons unknown). I told her I was about to catch a flight to her city and she insisted in her excited high-pitched Rebecca voice that we will be spending the morning together.
My life feels weird right now.
And now, your Pictures and Distractions:
|Mr. Pants made a new friend! Meet Gunner.|
|Two pumpkins nestled between some Palauan seashells. The diversity of my dining room is so huge you can see it from space. |
|I am not pleased that they started turning on the Christmas lights downtown before Halloween. |
|Matt helps out John Michael on Halloween. Weird crap be happening at my house.|
|My new trees are finally showing their fall colors. |
*****Stranger Picture of the Week
Crap to distract you from whatever you're supposed to be doing:
My Survivor recap of the week.
A wearable futon mattress set. Thanks, Lindsey.
Chickens cluck Ironic. Shout out to the 90's. Thanks, Judy.
BECAUSE WHAT IF PAUL SIMON! Thanks, Janel.
Most awkward moments. Thanks, Krishelle.
The problem runners have of oversharing. Thanks, Tyler.
The Night of Wererooster. Thanks, Kasie.
Hello? Thanks, Adam.
The power of Jetpacks. Thanks, Alex.
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