I want a woodfired ofuro

That would be super-cool.

I recommend visiting New Orleans and staying in a B&B that has a hot tub.

That would be awesome too, especially now that the Big Easy is all Buffistalicious.

I'm okay with digital communication. However, I hate the phone more every year.

Dear God, THAT.

Some {{{{Maria}}}} for this morning. The way we treat each other in this place sometimes borderlines pure magic. Catching up was moving, heartbreaking, and whelming (but in a bittersweet way). Maria, I really do wish there was anything I could do from here expect keeping you in my thoughts and manning the late night shift.

My {{}} and ma~s to other buffistas in need, as well.

This New Orleanian has a deep clawfoot tub, and any Buffista who can get here is welcome to soak in it.

Gronk. Another day another home inspection. I am so over this process. Please let him not find anything too bad because I want to get on to the fun stuff like picking paint colors.

Last night I dreamed I visited Jilli in her mansion/castle! And there was a zombie attack! Only, the zombie attack wasn't very serious. You just had to poke at the zombies with a pointed stick, and keep them far enough away so they wouldn't bite you. The zombies would eventually get better. Jilli wasn't phased by any of this, while the zombie attack was going on, she was putting on a puppet show.

Home inspection~ma, sj.

I kinnda dislike zombies since my last nightmare, but other than this it sounds like a cool dream, Tom.

The owners have cleaned all the things with so many chemicals that I cannot breathe. I appreciate that they wanted us to see the house nice and clean.

I recommend visiting New Orleans and staying in a B&B that has a hot tub.

YES ME TOO. Not for nothing, but I came across an awesome article about many of the reasons I love it here: [link] (I also posted it on FB last night.)

{{Maria}} thinking about you today.

Good luck, sj!

If any Buffistas have a hot tub or a big whirpool bath, pay for my travel and I will clean your house or other tasks, as long as I can spend two hours a night in your hot tub/bath with a bottle of wine. MMMK?

Big hot tub, lots of wine. Tons of crap that needs organizing. IJS

My dear brother sent me an awesome email for my birthday. Paraphrasing, "I hate the phone so I am not going to call you. Here's a link to the Decorah eagles you might enjoy. Love you." Fortunately our mom doesn't like the phone either so calls are short and to the point.

It's kind of weird. I have come to loathe most forms of digital communication. Posting boards within a very narrow bandwidth, facebook, and some email are about the only forms I can tolerate effectively any more.

I stopped using IM (does anyone IM anymore?) at least 7 or 8 years ago. It was too overwhelming to log in and have 6 different people immediately start a conversation (which is not to say that I am awesome; they were probably just bored). For the same reason, I have FB chat disabled.

I loathe the phone, which Tim gives me shit for. He's my go-to "hey, can you call Brian about Friday night?" person. He told me I need to start calling people more. I told him that's why email exists.

D's parent's have a nice hot tub they don't use anymore, and as soon as I get the yard cleaned up a figure out if I can hook that bitch up without a huge outlay of money, I WILL CARRY that damned thing from Iowa to Kansas.

Because of the demographics of our neighborhood, we once tried to decide if we put a hot tub in the backyard (if it weren't just stolen), who we would be most likely to find in it when we got home from work: hipsters, hobos, or the local gang. Although now that our next-door neighbor joined the Cincy Rollergirls, I think it would be her, to soothe her Derby-abused muscles.