Unfortunately, pulling off the "skinny jean" generally requires one to get off one's fat ass occasionally
November 17, 2006
Realtor: There is a very good possibility that an offer will be coming in. Will you be available?
Amy & Jason: YES! WE WILL BE AVAILABLE! EEEEEEE.
Amy: *sits by phone, stares*
Jason: *reloads realtor.com for the millionth time*
Amy: *PHONE. STARES. HARD*
Noah: *cuts two enormous molars, FINALLY, thus ending a week-long streak of non-stop torment and snot and fever and screaming because Amy was so used to ignoring the endless dance of the bulging-cutting-swelling-disappearing molars that it never occurred to her to maybe give the poor child some Motrin*
So that's pretty much all that's been going on around here. Um.
I'll try to do something a little more interesting or embarrassing this weekend. We're going to the Oyster Riot tonight (shockingly enough I was NOT asked to come judge the wine again, haaaaaaaa loser) so maybe I'll fall down or spill wine on somebody important. Or -- horrors of horrors -- I'll show up wearing LEGGINGS.