Taking my life into my own hands...

I am soooo dead. Good thing the only people that check this blog are probably the ones who took this photo.

Seriously...fashion challenged

I just found this on my computer. When we were planning our wedding I sent an email to all of our friends calling for old photos and someone sent this one of my huz. Clearly, this was way before I came on to the scene (you can tell by the fashioned challenged get-up). Anyway, this is an oldie, but goody.

There is not much I can say about sleeping with ones face pressed against the toilet because, well, who hasn't been there?

At least someone is awake.

You know, sometimes it is all about the constants in life.

Nothing like a spoon and a pigpile

Dog likes to spoon...apparently.

Dinner at the 1300

Um yeah. So we went to dinner at 1300 Fillmore with 6 of our friends and my huz fell asleep at the table. I guess our conversation wasn't stimulating enough :)

You can't make this shit up!

This was NOT posed. I wonder if he is trying to tell me something?

Revenge.

Huz claims to have put the cat on my head, but really he sleeps there every night. Somehow I am pretty sure I am going to win the war on this one.

OK, soooo...

I guess my humor is a bit juvenile.

Memorial Day

Our Memorial Day celebration is getting out of hand.

It's been a whale of a day, yo.

shit-eating grin on the whale's face makes this photo.

Death of a Man-Crush

Man-Crush #1: Tiger Woods.

The huz loves golf. What sounds to me like an inexorable lesson in the very essence of boredom is the thing that can compel him to wake up at 5 AM on a Sunday, wear, what I consider to be seriously fashion-challenged duds and endeavor to hit a small white ball with a stick in the freezing cold. Fuuuuuun.

Huz also loves Tiger Woods. For many years I have been subjected to replays in slow motion of various shots while he narrates. See? Isn't he amazing? Isn't golf the greatest? Don't you want to wake up at 5 AM in the freezing cold and drive the golf cart and watch me try and hit a small white ball with a stick? Uh...let me think about this for a second...hmmm. Nope.

Turns out his Tiger golf club head cover is a sucker for the spotlight.

Welcome home!

The huz got a new job recently and has been working like a madman. I was hellbent on trying out this hip new SF restaurant: http://sf.darkdining.com/ but figured it was perhaps not the best of ideas on a day when he had two hours of sleep. I had visions of myself prattling away over a nice romantic dinner in the dark when all of the sudden I hear a half snort and a splash and come to find out (by the glow of my iPhone) that the huz has fallen asleep in his soup. Turns out he fell asleep at dinner anyway.

Fetching...

Damn he looks good in a hat!

Long day...

I love how he clutches the remote even in sleep. He who surrenders the remote to wife is punished by watching "Devil Wears Prada" for the 39th time.

Feeling fowl?

Indeed.

A man-moment

I didn't set this one up, I swear!

Nesting...

Awww...aint that sweet?

A party hat

Happy Birthday VJ! We flew out to Denver for 22 hours to celebrate a dear friend's birthday. After too many scotches the huz fell asleep, but the party raged on!