Mean ol' thief stole my underwear...

I've been waiting and waiting for the next Victoria's Secret semi-annual sale because I was in desperate need of (ahem) their premier product. Yesterday I bought about a hundred copies of my favorite style, and stopped by school to feed some cells. When I came back to Tim's car (mine kicked the bucket) twenty minutes later, a loose window had been pulled down, and the items (and other miscellaneous purchases) were gone. Gone. Gone. The police filled out a token report, but told me they had bigger fish to fry. So I ask you, my friends and family, to be on the lookout for a petty thief who looks like his undergarments lift and separate.

P.S. That's not actually me in the photo...

This just in: My renter's insurance will cover the cost of the stolen items (~$315, US)... after I pay a $500 (US) deductible.

Time for a makeover

I am completely, ardantly in love with this girl's outfit. Taken at the Andrew bus station, with my non-iPhone. The photo didn't do the outfit justice, so I tried to point out the highlights:

(Incidentally there were quite a few older men who also seemed to really be in love with her outfit...)

Rhode Island and Providence Plantations, USA

When I went to your town on the wide open shore,
Oh I must confess, I was drawn, I was drawn to the ocean,
I thought it spoke to me.
It said, "Look at us, we're not churches, not schools,
not skating ponds, swimming pools,
And we have lost people, haven't we though?"
~Dar Williams

Tim and I spent Saturday riding the coastline of Newport, Rhode Island. The area is famous for the takes-ten-to-twelve-maids-and-days-to-clean mansions, but I can't figure out why anybody cares about all those rich-people houses when there is the ocean to gawk at.

I kept hearing a little crunching sound as I was riding. Not sure what it was...

We stopped for lunch at a sea-side clam shack that had a very sophisticated method for keeping track of orders.

It was grand.

P.S. Does anybody know the proper penance for inadvertantly killing 10-20 snails?

10 blissful years

Happy anniversary to me!

P.S. Does anybody have the announcement?

Vouyeristic pursuits

I spent half the morning with Boston's Geriatric Society* peeping at birds, trees, and flowers. At the cemetary, of course. Yes, family, I have become Dad. Kimberly, this place makes me think of you - I have a feeling you'd love it. I saw hundreds of spectacular birds; unfortunately, most of them wouldn't sit politely for a photo shoot.

*They haven't officially accepted me into their cabal, and insist on giving me dirty looks despite the fact that I clearly have a pair of binoculars.

Dumbo, of course.

I've always been easily riled up by social injustice. My earliest memory of such an instance was when I was 3 years old watching Dumbo being taken away from his mother. I cried and cried when Dumbo visited her in jail and she stuck her trunk outside the bars to rock him because I couldn't think of anything sadder than a child separated from his mother. Now that I'm an adult, I still can't...

I love you, Mom!

Go ahead: try to watch without crying. I dare you: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CORf1liT9cE

I don't have to steal Princess K afterall...

Cami said I could have Ivy.*



*For six months, at which time I am to return her, but by that time we'll be living in Barbados... don't tell.