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(Sorry, lame lovey-post)
Couple examples of why I love Evan:
-"Hey Erin, with your tax refund you should get a sewing machine."
-"We're like a power-couple, minus the celebrity."
It was snowing something fierce earlier this morning. I thought it was beuatiful, fat snow that stuck in eyelashes attractively.
Being more domestic than usual lately, Saturday I cleaned the house and enjoyed it, and now I'm working on seven-ish loads of laundry. The basement is scary, and it feels liek there's always someone down there. The only "working" light is on the other side of the house, near the laundry machine, but it always flickers and buzzes out a'la physco-killer style, and then you're left in the creppy, dark, cold basement with a load of wet clothes in your arms not really seeing where they're supposed to be going. Afterwhich you bolt upstairs deciding that the boyfriend can help you later.
Tilly gets fatter, bigger, and sleeker everyday. She's now a monster deciding to chew everything, not just an unknowing pup. Just the other day I came with some brand new high heels for work all proudly, and as I was talking to Evan for only ten minutes when I gaze over to the dog who is very casually, and very contentedly chewing the heel off of one. Everything cliche they say about dogs is true. Everything. Oh, and did anyone know that dogs loost their teeth? I nearly seized into coniption fits when I saw that Tilly was missing her canines on her bottom jaw. It was terrible- I thought I had done something to her.
But enough about those things.
I saw Good Night and Goog Luck yesterday. We really were out to see Capote, but we missed it and ended up at the Oriental. The movie was ok. Even if it was deirected by George Clooney.
Couple examples of why I love Evan:
-"Hey Erin, with your tax refund you should get a sewing machine."
-"We're like a power-couple, minus the celebrity."
It was snowing something fierce earlier this morning. I thought it was beuatiful, fat snow that stuck in eyelashes attractively.
Being more domestic than usual lately, Saturday I cleaned the house and enjoyed it, and now I'm working on seven-ish loads of laundry. The basement is scary, and it feels liek there's always someone down there. The only "working" light is on the other side of the house, near the laundry machine, but it always flickers and buzzes out a'la physco-killer style, and then you're left in the creppy, dark, cold basement with a load of wet clothes in your arms not really seeing where they're supposed to be going. Afterwhich you bolt upstairs deciding that the boyfriend can help you later.
Tilly gets fatter, bigger, and sleeker everyday. She's now a monster deciding to chew everything, not just an unknowing pup. Just the other day I came with some brand new high heels for work all proudly, and as I was talking to Evan for only ten minutes when I gaze over to the dog who is very casually, and very contentedly chewing the heel off of one. Everything cliche they say about dogs is true. Everything. Oh, and did anyone know that dogs loost their teeth? I nearly seized into coniption fits when I saw that Tilly was missing her canines on her bottom jaw. It was terrible- I thought I had done something to her.
But enough about those things.
I saw Good Night and Goog Luck yesterday. We really were out to see Capote, but we missed it and ended up at the Oriental. The movie was ok. Even if it was deirected by George Clooney.