Saturday, March 10, 2007

honey

Last week, James came home from a long jog, stood in the middle of our living room and smelled his left armpit NINE TIMES. I mean honestly, after two or three sniffs, you get it, right? Perhaps this is something residual from childhood, being a boy and grossing each other out or something. This is what prompts a man to drink spoiled milk and then ask someone else to taste it. "Hey, this milk is rotten. Taste it." Um, no thanks, I'll pass. Honestly, I trust your judgement. I know that I love this man. He offered to let me have a sniff of his armpits when he was done with his NINE sniffs. I passed.

Tuesday, March 6, 2007

well, here we go.

Wow. Who knew it was so easy to start your very own blog? I mean, my friends have blogs, but for some reason I thought it was an excruciating process to actually create your own. Well, I was wrong. Thank you, Google. Here goes nothin'.