but I could suggest you look for that painter guy on PBS. Watching that show makes me incredibly zenlike.

happy trees . . . .

Huh. No GA reshow tomorrow. Guess it's abc.com for me.

I am geeking to racing right now and about to email my dad who is at Daytona.

Then it is SPN for meeeeeeee.

After I shoot the grumpy cat.

Also I think I have decided on what to wear to my mom and Mike's artist party next Friday.

My life is a series of seemingly unrelated events.

Much skipping here.

I had to skip, because here is something I must brag on Daniel about. Ok, so with our weird work schedules, Valentine's Day on the 14th wasn't so much gonna be celebrated. We went out to a nice meal last weekend, and generally hung around and enjoyed each other's company. He gave me a really adorable card, and I made him one (mostly because at the time, glitter glue seemed like more fun to buy than a single card). As a present, I bought him the new Pink Panther movie with Steve Martin and Kevin Kline - we've both wanted to see it, thinking it would either be a fine homage to Peter Sellers, or not. Neither of us were pleased by the result of that experiment.

Daniel has my willing permission to wait until Feb. 15th to spend much money on a gift: the dollars simply go further this way. So, not only did I get a lovely bouquet of various flowers, but also he brought home a 4-foot stuffed Bengal tiger, which I have been pointing out to him for many months now as something I really, really, really like. You see, I had a white tiger of the same size back in Arizona, and I left it behind when I moved. Sammie used to play with it. One year when she'd just had her vaccination, she didn't feel well, and spent the whole day sleeping curled up next to it. I think she may have been missing it as much as I have.

I'm not sure whose reaction Daniel enjoyed more, mine or Sammie's. Well, ok, probably mine, because it involved some lip action. But oh did we both enjoy watching Sammie cautiously approach the new tiger and sniff it out.

That's the stuff. And there's that hint of, caramel?

You put ice in yours! Mine is all caramel.

Scotch is too yummy. I'm to bed.

Yay bonbob!

Awwww, I love Dan and Andi (celeb smooshed moniker - Dandi!) stories. So sweet. Especially with added Sammie purrage.

Congratulations bon and Bob! Your post was so sweetly stammering and giddy with the unexpectedness and the happy.

You put ice in yours! Mine is all caramel.

No ice in single malt. I will not look askance at someone who puts a tiny drop of water to allegedly break the surface tension and release the esters (so say some tasters). But I don't.

Okay, so perhaps I understated the caramel. Mmm.

In Michigan, this is what $1295 per month in rent gets you: [link]

In Los Angeles, this is what $1195 per month in rent gets you: [link]

WHY DO I LIVE HERE?

No idea... I mean, yes, some idea.

But especially with kids, I totally understand why I've known so many people who have left SoCal. The cost of living is just boggling.

Man, that house is gorgeous. With both a killer kitchen and bathroom. I am in lurve.

I saw it and told Joe, "I am not that attached to the animals or smoking."

Eh, like either of those matter in the midst of those yummery hardwood floors. I mean, you'd likely be able to keep Em. Probably.