Duchess Jane

Daisy is the neighbor's new dog. While the camera wasn't present, I'm told that Wrecks peed on her. It's still more than the welcome we got to the neighborhood.

Alternate Title:  I won, I'm awesome, best idea ever, and the Hairy Pretzel can suck it.

Mr. Pretzel, I've owed you this photo for like 2 weeks, and I apologize (but not for the "suck it" comment).

It's either my new pantry or the uneven bars for the next Beer Olympics.

I have not written anything substantial for this site in weeks.  I throw photos up when I remember.  I replay conversations in my head and think, no, not quite, not good enough to bother with sharing.  For the first time in five or six years, I reached a point where I wasn't sure what to say, where to start, or whether or not it would be easier to just not come back at all.

My life has been a series of almosts for a few weeks.  I almost found an apartment.  Almost quit my job.  Almost hit him with that thing I almost threw at his head.  Almost put the dog into the car and almost drove west with no plan. 

The things I have done are no comparison to the things I have almost done, and with full acceptance of that, I made the long overdue appointment and acknowledged that yes, it's that time again.  There is only so much I can do before I have to admit that there is something in my blood that will never go away.  Filling the prescription, I finally realized that it's February.  February is a self-fulfilling prophecy.

So, here's to potential future happiness, living in the same place with the same man for longer than a couple of years, thinking things through instead of running away, and almost being able to accomplish all of that without pharmaceutical help. 

Almost.

Duke got a new tool belt this weekend.  It's been a long time coming.  Every time he puts his drill into its holder, or any time he climbs to the very top of the ladder, his tool belt drops to the floor.

The new one is very pretty.  See?  It's grey and black.  I like it.

It's made by BucketBoss.  Let me zoom in on that in case you didn't notice the logo.

Yep.  The Mullet Buster tool belt.

~30 seconds after walking into Woodman's "Beer Wonderland"~

Duke:  Wow!  Look at the price on that Sam Adams!  I'm going to need a cart.

Jane:  Okay, I'll wait for you here.

Intercom:  Additional checkers to liquor department, please.  Additional checkers to liquor.

Jane:  It's like they saw you walk in here.

Duke:  Yeah, that happens a lot.

~20 minutes later, at checkout ~

Checker:  Do you need ice or anything else for your party?

Jane:  Awww honey, he thinks we're having a party!

Duke:  Yeah, we aren't having a party.  This is all for Valentine's Day.

Checker:  Oh?  ~puzzled look~

Jane:  Uh, yeah.  We're going to fill the hot tub with beer.

Checker:  Ha!  Now that's romance!  Have a great time!