Deeper and Deeper

Matt won six out of the last seven days in our little trivia competition, so I will be buying him a nice Shirley Temple and pressuring him to take his expertise back to Jeopardy! for a shot at the title.

Our kitchen is almost done, and I am wishing that I would have been smarter about it. There's a fridge-sized cutout in one of the walls, and I'm not sure what's going to happen with it. Had I followed Portia's sage advice "You have to make a plan", perhaps I wouldn't be in this mess.

The move went very well, in spite of my cynicism. We didn't tie down two of the three trucks very well, and they needed re-tieing after a couple minutes at 70mph.

Yesterday I broke my thumb playing flag football. That's twice in 8 months! What's wrong with my bones? I guess if you don't drink milk, you shouldn't play rugby. Write that down.

And Vikki has an entertainingly caustic report of last night's Academy Awards