D is way hung and gamely watching Dexter with me.

IT'S A G.I. CAGE MATCH!

I see my innards are now the site for the next pay-per-view extravaganza.

We went to brunch lunch with the people who had the party last night and their houseguests. We went to The Original Pancake House (which I think is named much like Ray's/Famous Ray's/Original Famous Ray's), whose menu was a wonderland of sugar-tastic pancakes/dutch babies/waffles with heaps of fruit in gloppy syrup.

I? Got a seafood crepe with potato pancakes. I had no desire for sugar-tastic glop. MADNESS.

I'm still looking online for a magical solution to my laptop's Grey Screen of Fuck You I Won't Start Up, but I think the solution is going to be $1K in Apple's coffers for a new Macbook. Which I'd been wanting, true, but I was holding off b/c I'm trying to be financially prudent. Apparently the universe is telling me to fuck financial prudence.

D is way hung and gamely watching Dexter with me.

a) has a big schlong and is playing with himself while watching Dexter

b) has dehydration headache from partying, and is watching Dexter, knowing flicker box and headaches don't always mix.

It's mostly b but he's eating creamy bean soup so I think he's on the mend.

This just in: sparky's K is made of cuteness. I am ded of it.

All the friends are gone from our NYD party, and now we're watching the original V which has been on our DVR forever. How is everyone else's New Year beginning?

I just discovered that the problem with the laptop is the display, through an accidental clonking of the side of the screen, which changed the display from grey to black. Suspicious, I clonked it again, and it changed to white. I clonked it again, figuring that maybe I could pull a Fonzie on it, and the regular desktop appeared, with some notable problems (mostly, everything white is hot pink).

So, I backed everything up, and I'll still take it to the Genius Bar and see if it can be fixed easily/cheaply.

Other than that, I'm ready for dinner and need a shower.

Last week the DH and his wonderful Bro spent several days tearing out the crappy plywood shelves in the garage and putting in cool metal ones from Costco. Today, we spent all day going through everything and organizing it all into plastic bins. There was much use made of our labelmaker and I did manage to get Jason to throw out a lot of stuff, which is a rarity. Not only do we now know where everything is, we have shelves in our garage WHICH ARE EMPTY.

(Shhh, Scrappy. Don't say that out loud. Especially where most guys can hear you. They tend to take empty horizontal space as a personal affront.)

Not only do we now know where everything is, we have shelves in our garage WHICH ARE EMPTY.

I understand the individual words, but together they make no sense.

I had a revelation on the drive home about a way to entirely reorganize my house that would give me more room and put the comfy couch in the den, where I would actually sit on it. This plan involves swapping large pieces of furniture between every room of my house and selling a bed. This is why I shouldn't take long drives.