We got to see the kids’ report cards tonight. Neither of them were perfect. They both have a couple of things to work on for the next term. Very important things that I know they can handle.

Still though…

Damn those report cards were awesome.

I have two super smart step kids.

Who’s the luckiest step dad ever?

ME!

I was just given a handful of Cadbury Mini Eggs.

Oh the bliss!

If I were told that the only food I could consume over the course of the rest of my life was Cadbury Mini Eggs I would be overwhelmed with glee.

Oh, how I love the mini eggs.

It’s out there, can you feel it? It’s hiding in plain site. You can’t see it, but I bet you can feel it. I can feel it, can you feel it?

Imminent Snowpocalypse.

It hasn’t started snowing here, just to the west of metropolitan Boston. The weather channel is telling me that it should have started within the last hour. Is that a good thing? I don’t know.

Look out the window and it looks like it should be snowing.

Breathe in the air and it feels like it should be snowing.

Yesterday Jen and I had a burst of roofing paranoia. Specifically, our roof already has about 30 inches of snow on it, can it take another 6-12 inches tonight? I know it could, but why risk it? Also, there’s big time ice up there. It was worrying us. I’d do something about it, but I’m so heavy I would have fallen right through the roof, and then crashed through the living room floor, and landed on the couch in the cellar.

So yesterday my lovely wife hired a roofing company to come and clear things up a little. They didn’t clear off the whole roof, but they got rid of the heavy stuff on the edges. They didn’t get rid of all of the ice, but they got some. Our house is in much better shape for another big storm than it was 24 hours ago.

Please please please don’t let me have just jinxed anything. Unless I jinxed it so that it won’t snow again this year. I can handle that.

Also, in preparation for yet another storm, I added to our garage one item that all home owners have to have. A five gallon can of gasoline. The snow blower will be plenty fueled when the clean up begins… again.

I hate snow.
I hate snow.
I hate snow.

This might change your perspective about things.

That’s a bad joke, sorry.

According to Moore’s law, a computer becomes obsolete after about 18 months. (Not really, the law states that the processing power will double every 18 months, and if I have an 18 month old computer that is half as awesome as a new one, then I consider it obsolete.)

Jen’s super laptop is almost 18 months old. She’s been jonzin’ for an iMac. Full disclosure, I’ve been jonzin’ for a Mac too. Probably more along the Macbook lines for me.

Today Jen moved a desk and her old monitor into the living room to see if using a desktop computer (such as an iMac) would be better for her back. After messing with her laptop plugged into the monitor for a few minutes she said she didn’t think she needed an iMac anymore.

hehe

Yeah right sweetie. As soon as that 18th month ends you’re going to want an iMac. I know you so well… and I love you so much.

Jen and I were trying to remember where we were in California during our honeymoon when we had those fan-freakin-tastic chocolate shakes.

You were right sweetie. It was Ruby’s Diner in San Juan Capistrano.

I’m in hell. Up to my eyebrows in hell.

I have had the song, “Come on Eileen” stuck in my head for 24 hours.

If you can imagine a worse hell than that, then you are a dark little sucker indeed.

If I don’t stop hearing that song buzzing through my empty head I am going to have to check myself into Arkham or something.

Get it out of my head! Get it out of my head!

213… Where it all started, nearly two hours ago.