I, Laura, having been born of goodly parents, was unfortunately not born with significant creative juices (or a love of what I consider a morbid holiday) and dressed as a witch for Halloween. Tim decided to dress as Mormon missionaries on account of the fact that he is approached by them (and missionaries from other faiths) on an almost hourly basis. I thought he was exaggerating until I started hanging out with him regularly. I've never seen so many in my life (or noticed how adorable and young they look). He decided that if he can't beat them, he may as well join the ranks. He claims that only Mormons and engineers wear short-sleeved, white dress shirts. Is that true?
My Halloween fun consisted of hanging out with my fellow graduate students. Several of us live in Somerville so we went to each of our houses for treats. I served peanut butter bars and (it seemed like a good idea at the time) deviled eggs. Get it? Deviled = scary = halloween spirt = non-stick-in-the-mud. Hmph. Left to right, top to bottom: Sarah Palin, Steve Urkel, a cell sorter (science joke), a monkey escaped from our bioterrorism lab, a pirate, and 1/2 of Spy vs. Spy.
Erin and Robby were pirates. Because this blog is read by children and my grandmother, I had to censor out her awesome rose tatoo.
Elder Smith/Young/Beck and his companion Elder Smith/Young/Beck tried to convert my vampire roommate Aleigh. Even though she is already a member, she showed no interest in his message so that he would get the proper missionary experience.
P.S. Did you see 30-rock? Quoth Tina Fey: "We're not the best people in the world, but we're not the worst. Graduate students...are the worst"
What?!?
This year I decided that even poor graduate students (the worst people in the world according to Ms. Fey) deserve a proper Christmas tree. Tim toted it (and several other trees that I interviewed) all around Home Depot and managed to stuff it in the backseat of his car before carrying it up the narrow stairs to my apartment. And he helped decorate it, but would not admit to it if asked. 
Is your tree up?
I often don't respond to tags and such, but I can't say no to my niece Sarah, who has asked that I come up with 27 things I'm grateful for today (Thanksgiving). When I didn't respond right away, she quipped, "What? Are you seriously, so unblessed?" Indeed I am not.
I, Laura, having been born of goodly parents, was unfortunately not born with significant creative juices (or a love of what I consider a morbid holiday) and dressed as a witch for Halloween. Tim decided to dress as Mormon missionaries on account of the fact that he is approached by them (and missionaries from other faiths) on an almost hourly basis. I thought he was exaggerating until I started hanging out with him regularly. I've never seen so many in my life (or noticed how adorable and young they look). He decided that if he can't beat them, he may as well join the ranks. He claims that only Mormons and engineers wear short-sleeved, white dress shirts. Is that true?
My Halloween fun consisted of hanging out with my fellow graduate students. Several of us live in Somerville so we went to each of our houses for treats. I served peanut butter bars and (it seemed like a good idea at the time) deviled eggs. Get it? Deviled = scary = halloween spirt = non-stick-in-the-mud. Hmph. Left to right, top to bottom: Sarah Palin, Steve Urkel, a cell sorter (science joke), a monkey escaped from our bioterrorism lab, a pirate, and 1/2 of Spy vs. Spy.
Erin and Robby were pirates. Because this blog is read by children and my grandmother, I had to censor out her awesome rose tatoo.
