Whilst watching Veronica Mars last night ( Read more... )

If the media presented stories with the timeliness I employ, we'd just now be hearing about WWII.

Anyway.

Tuesday nights, La Fiancee (a.k.a. prncesssprklpnt) and I go to trivia night at a wings joint. Not just any wings joint, mind you -- we go to a NASCAR-themed wings joint (next Tuesday, gentle readers, I will endeavor to get you a photo of the big half-a- ( Read more... )

As many of you know, I bought a house a little less than two weeks ago, and moved in on Saturday the eleventh.

This weekend, we started the yard work. La Fiancee (a.k.a. prncesssprklpnt) mowed the lawn, put down the weed 'n' feed, and watered the lawn. My job was to pull up all the weeds that were growing against the house and in the gardens ( Read more... )

So. As of 4pm yesterday, I am officially a homeowner.

I have all ready undertaken my first project: to re-caulk the bathtub. My back is sore. It's weird to do construction-type work and not get paid for it. That's my tub I'm working on. Weird.

Gosh, I'm eloquent.

Closing date: Monday.

You'd think that fixing them since I was fourteen would make becoming a homeowner less... strange a sensation. It doesn't.

Our phone lines at home are not working properly, and haven't been for a week now, and they went out just as TiVo needed to update the TV schedule for the next week. Which really sucks ( Read more... )

( It was a good one, indeed. )

I have an embarrassing confession to make:

I kind of like Justin Timberlake's song, Rock Your Body.

My indie cred just plummeted, I know.

So, this weekend, The Girl finished up the first season of Veronica Mars. ( Veronica Mars season one spoilers inside. )

( The Happy Happy Joy Joy Song! )