Last night Nyoka and her girlfriend came over for dinner and Train Gaming. (Ticket to Ride). I build a fire in the fireplace about an hour before they arrived, and it's the first time we've had a fire while Samuel was awake. He spent the hour running back and forth between the living room and the kitchen, where he would tell Jeannie, "THERE'S A FIRE IN THE FIRE PLACE! I'M GONNA GO CHECK IT OUT!" And then he would run back in the living room. It was pretty fun. And it was fun having Nyoka and Faith over.
Tonight for dinner Jeannie made sausage which was fairly tasty but which is currently producing horrendous belches.
Work is ramping up towards Vanya and Earnest. Life is ramping up towards kitchen and baby. We need to pick out and buy a dishwasher. When we have a dishwasher in our kitchen, finally, I think it's going to be the greatest fucking thing that ever fucked a fuck. Forgive the language, but it's going to be so fucking fucking great that I won't even know what to fuck the fucking fuck fuck shit. That's how great it's going to be. We currently spend about an hour or an hour and a half in the basement, listening to podcasts, pretty much every night, washing and drying the fucking dishes and then carting them back upstairs and putting them away on bookshelves in the living room. And there's a certain charm to that, I'll admit, and a certain "we'll look back at this one day as a great time" aspect to it, for sure, but I AM SO DAMNED OVER DOING THE DISHES. ESPECIALLY IN THE BASEMENT. Is that a first-world, white whine? Probably. Sorry. I try to keep those to a minimum. So I'm gonna stop this now to be on the safe side. (but seriously I'm really tired of the dishes)
Just burped a sausage burp that was a little too close to a sausage vomit.
What else? Tomorrow morning I'm looking forward to revamping our sound system a little bit.
Today I found this picture from right around Samuel's second birthday, almost a year ago, and I like this picture:
Wait! The title of this blog! The title comes from the fact that Jeannie and I stayed up until around midnight last night and as result we were completely fucking WIPED today. Seriously. This morning I was reading books to Samuel and would literally start falling asleep in the middle of sentences. He would yell at me to wake up and finish what the hell I was saying. Kinda embarrassing.
