I get to be first, since it is my blog. Spence just took this one tonight, at the math club's monthly pizza night:
So Spence the photographer can be next. I took this one; his expression is a result of me yelling at him to stop glowering at the camera:
Lovely white board, covered in trig identities. They're useful!
And all of my texts for the semester. (Just in case I ever need proof I owned them, or something.)
Our pretty TNG cup catching the water leaking under our kitchen sink. The guys was supposed to come today to fix it, but I don't think he did. Sigh.
And since I don't want anything under the sink while it's leaking... all my cleaning supplies are stashed on the desk that lives in the kitchen. (Note Glad garbage bags, which are so totally worth the extra couple of bucks.)
Nicely tidied lounge; hw on the couch, crisps on the table, sunlight pouring through open windows. What more can a body ask for?
The other side of the lounge. I still need to dump that box in which my new bookshelf came...
Kitchen...
And me stalking down to the floor, to strip it of it's protective covering of grime. Kill, KILL!
Ahem. After the great grime hunt, one needs a snack:
Cheese on toast comes out quickly and perfectly from the toaster oven. Me amore.
Aaaand, it looks like that's it folks.
Oh, school, you ask? School's going well. I really like my math classes, (the prof is acerbic, abrasive, sarcastic, and wonderful) and my geography class (prof is whacked out, unafraid to tell you you're really wrong, and funny and random as all get out) and the econ classes require very little, except my attendance, which I can do. I dropped the American Music class, because it seemed more torturous than it was at all worth.
And I leave you for the night with:
2 comments:
Lovely home! Much cleaner than my college apartment. But it's just you and Spencer, so that's nice.
but where is your beautiful wife?
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