Blanky

I know, I know. Every kid has a blanky they love to pieces. Mine is no exception. The only cool thing is that his favorite one was once mine as a baby, made by Granny Vera approximately 29 years ago. The only slightly disgruntled person is my mom because she had saved it for me all these years. I feel a little bad too, but it seems unlikely I'll be able to get it back from Gray.

My Arch Nemesis

Is Dead!! All hail, the stupid fly is dead. That's right, a fly. It got in one day and lived amongst us for weeks. "Flying" around, perusing various landing pads in my kitchen. So GROSS. I cleaned everything all the time.

Anyhow, it either died (which would be so rewarding to find a dead fly somewhere so I could laugh at it) or flew out the door (more likely).

Moral of the story: buy a fly swatter.

P.S. Smoked salmon and coke DO NOT taste good together.