Pig N' Stink

Last Friday we looked at 4 more houses. They only seemed to make us regret losing the other house even more. (sigh) Keep lookin'.

Friday night we went to one of Jeannie's Americorps recruit's house for a shabbat dinner, which I had never been to before and which was pretty interesting. I think that having to learn the Jewish blessing for bread and wine in high school when I was in Godspell, as well as a working knowledge of Fiddler on the Roof prepared me well for shabbat. I like the idea of a mandatory family meal once a week, but I don't think I would do well with all the rules.

Yesterday the J-Dog and I both had the day off, and it was a beautiful day, so we headed down to Virginia to visit Thomas Jefferson's home, Monticello. I had been there with my parents when I was a little kid, but I had been wanting to visit again after reading John Adams last year. It was a good day. A nice drive there, a walk around the gardens, a tour of the house, lunch, a nice little walk to the family cemetary, and then home. He's a pretty inspiring dude, but also seems like he'd be a little too anal for me, what with the meticulous record-keeping and notes and turd counting. Plus the whole slave-owning hypocrisy is a bit of a turn-off.

For awhile now, there have been a few made up Facebook status updates floating in my head that I've really wanted to use, but they're a bit inappropriate for completely public dissemination, so I shall use them here:

1. DOB fu**** a horse!

2. DOB pooped it out!



Also, here's a snippet from a weird transaction I had with a customer the other day:


Dan (behind register): That'll be $20.07.

Customer (getting money out of wallet): Ok.
Have you ever had a colonoscopy?

Dan: No.

Customer: Boy, are you in for a surprise!


I've taken care of lots of chores today (two days off in a row! First time that's happened in awhile), and I've got numerous vegetables chopped up on our kitchen counter, waiting to stir-fry them when the J-Dog gets home for dinner. Yum!

Contemplating experimenting with an old-time air conditioner (blocks of ice sitting in front of a fan) this summer at night instead of a window unit. I wonder how much ice would melt over the course of a night?