If I wasn’t already quasi-married to The Partner, Hank would totally be the runner-up. My office: Hells yes Enterprise D schematic, courtesy of my friend Vic, who knows the nerd I am. His video:

Wilson (aka Will Dawg, aka Big Kitteh Style), my most favorite cat, got out the other night and hasn’t been seen since.

While making dinner I remarked to The Partner that something in the fridge was stinking. I open the door and ask, “Smell that? What is that? Is that your carrots?” He pulls out the two bags of carrot sticks, smells them, examines them for rot, says no. He pulls out a jug of lime-green margarita [...]

Him, moving dramatically towards me with arms flailing while I try to get away: “I’m slo-mo! You can’t be fast-mo!”

Remember how I said I’d be cleaning the office this summer? It’s a really slow process for me, if only because I have so much SHIT, but also because I procrastinate and find other things to keep my attention, like iSketch. I commenced with the desk area the week before last and last week — [...]