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.