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happy birthday stevedore!!

happy birthday to:

my personal comedian

my co-cat wrangler

my bff

and my very favorite human in the entire universe

steve is officially 22 today (does it feel like the perfect night to dress up like a hipster bebay?)

happy happy happy birthday to my handsome, hairy younger man!  the world has been infinitely better the past 22 years since you've been busy livin' in it!!

[insert excessive/obsessive proclamations of love here]

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the weekend when we dressed up the cat and i forgot to take pictures of my sister

yes, as predicted we've hit the time of year when my independent productivity goes out the window.  maybe it's the time change, maybe it's steve and i's complete cabin fever with this weather.  maybe it's the limited computer access we have away from our jobs, maybe it's this wedding planning thing.  maybe it's the fact that work has woken up a little and i finally have deadlines again.

actually it is.  it's all those things.  and those things are all legitimate, valid, and real, which means i'm not feeling guilty that my blog is quiet, my draft is dusty, and this script i'm writing is still unfinished.  the script is easy, the draft is like my child, and here i am breathing a little life back into the blog.  we're still good.  we'll still get there.

ANYWAY HERE'S A SEGUE NOW.

last weekend steve and i were hosting my sister, who was in town from san diego, visiting friends and making wedding plans (for her wedding, not ours).  we had a fantastic time, failing to document any of it (well, unless you count an awkward selfie i took with a halloween decoration at the bar).  when we weren't hosting sarah we were hosting friends, and, retrospectively, we had an alarmingly and uncommonly social weekend.  one of steve's groomsmen from the other side of the state was in town, as was a good friend of ours who was back on a visit from law school.

we suffered to watch a sporting event that ought ne'er be spoken of again.  fortunately, as obnoxious as it sounds, when people weren't turning up at our door with champagne, we were racing to brunch, making dip, and staying up late.  it's taken a few days to get ourselves and our kitchen put back together (and we've been going to bed so early you'd think we remember world war two), but as we head toward the second half of this week, we might just have a few consecutive hours to get back in a groove before we face our next couple days off.

and, as the title and image suggest, we put clothes on bert this weekend.  apparently he is a success-vacuuming cheerleader, but he's almost cute enough to help us forget our shame.

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the move has begun

i hope everyone's weekend was splendid!  ours, though light on the hardcore fun-having, was excellent and well-needed.  we relaxed a lot, made a huge dent in the packing process, and sunday evening steve flew to pittsburgh for a work conference, which meant i got to lie around in the bathtub and read chekhov.  the weekend was perfect balance of lazy and productive.

you'll probably be hearing about our moving attempts for quite a while here.  one of the glories of college-town living is the way property rentals tend only to be available at random staggered intervals in mid-august through early september.  this means that, although our lease does not start until august 15th, we have about 90 steps along the way to getting our asses moved in together.  my lease is up a week from tuesday, which means i'll get to endure temporary housing at steve's place (if you enjoy fear factor, you'll probably want to come back and read how that goes for me... fortunately steve is no longer living with the nuclear physicist who pooped his own pants while stone cold sober... i wish i was kidding).

for the most part i'm going to soak up all the bathwater i possibly can until steve comes home, while bert continues to enjoy himself exploring the newly-empty corners of the townhouse.

such as this one:

happy monday everyone!

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wake me when it's warm outside

it's been a long week.  can it be spring yet?

cat attack

omg i know i'm a huge freak.

but he's just so darn handsome i wanted to give him his own post.

meet bert (he's named after the philosopher bertrand russell).

he makes me smile but i'm pretty sure i need a dog.

i can't do this cat lady thing.