In years past we had a sausage drop, and then there was the year a replica of the Hindenburg crashed into the street at midnight, so this is kind of tame by comparison. from Instagram http://ift.tt/13VLrn9
New Year’s Eve in Germantown, Nashville
I wouldn’t call it “white” exactly, but there certainly are white accents.
Taken at The Cat Shack
The holidays smell so good!
My coworkers gave me a bottle of Marc Jacobs perfume from my Amazon wish list during our holiday party last week. Karsten gave me a bottle of Prada perfume (also from my Amazon wish list) for my birthday yesterday morning.
Forgetting about Father’s Day
I wonder about the organizers of Bonnaroo, and whether they intentionally scheduled the festival for the weekend of Father’s Day. You have to figure that with 80,000 some attendees, there are bound to be a whole lot of arguments about
Catch-up tricks and Halloween treats
So if you love me, you noticed I was offline for about a week. Lie and tell me you love me, dammit. On Thursday, my employer took us on an overnight retreat to a cabin on a lake in Alabama.
Oh Christmas shirt, oh Christmas shirt…
“Hey Enid, the atheists are decorating for Christmas again.” We have a Christmas shirt hanging in our living room! Complete with ornaments and garland! I’ll bet it’s the best Christmas shirt any of you have ever seen. Also, we have
Change of plans
Karsten and I huddled and decided to skip the bar and the street party. We’re going to have a private pizza-and-movie party instead, possibly with alcoholic beverages purchased for far less money than would be required in a bar. After
Hokey Halloween!
Last week, our friend Lair invited us to a Halloween party. Yesterday he told us he’d canceled it and that he’d be playing a writers’ round that night, and that everyone would be in costume anyway. Good thing, too, since