Since there are multiple Buffista Amys about and I get them confused. Is anyone the Amy with the FB portrait holding a piece of paper? Every time I see that come on my wall I end up squinting and wonder what the heck that is. What is it?

That's me, Gud. The receipt is for the spouse -- although I think the warranty has expired by now. I never think of the extended service plan.

That's amych, and that's her husband receipt.

(xposted, natch.)

The universe has to start being nicer to the Buffistas. Or Else.

Thanks! I can stop squinting now. Extended service plans rarely pay for themselves anyhow.

oh dear sarameg. Where is the breakage? At work?

Someone tell me to stop searching Zillow for single-family homes in the suburbs. I keep having to remind myself that I don't want to live there. (But they have so much space! Yards! Basements!)

If only you knew the power of the suburban side.

Crossposted with Bitches:

Portland pictures are very scant due to me being sick most of the time, but here's the best of the small batch:

We flew up Saturday and missed naptime. Matilda played ball in the backyard with her uncle and scampered around enjoying all the space while I lolled around being sick. On Sunday she was lethally adorable. On Monday morning she was in a Mood and I was feeling slightly better. We wandered the neighborhood exploring ecohome exhibits and collecting pinecones. There was a playground visit, fun with pipecleaners, watercolors, and yummy drinks. Matilda also watered vegetables, personified unflappable supervillainy, and teeter-tottered (with assistance). And then we came home. The end.

Matilda just gets cuter.