h.e.a.r. this!

okay, i think i've been picked on enough for a while. at supper tonight:

amy: i love the feeling of elke in my mouth

it was sunday night and helen, amy and robin decided to venture out to amigo's to try their famed nachos. who knew that sunday night was so unpopular a night to visit amigo's? ah well, we had our pick of tables...to say the least.


here is helen putting her on shoes OUTSIDE. she, as usual did not have her shoes on when robin and I were ready to go!


helen and her fictitious rye and coke:



it really was a more cheerful affair then the expressions on their faces would suggest:


surprisingly the waitress gave the 12 year old on the left a drink without even batting an eye:


walking home (swirled of course, hahaa...right):

overheard from downstairs:

elke: don't you care about my problem?
helen: i do care, i just don't have time to look like i care because i'm going to be late for work.

... or things that go 'arf!' in the night.

does anyone know why the dog was barking profusely last night? i thought there was an intruder in the house or something and i started to get a little scared... and then he stopped.

i'm pretty sure the cat-lady next doors gives ben crack whenever she sees him. is there any other reasonable explanation for his behaviour whenever he sees her? he goes crazy, barks, whines, runs as fast as he can in neurotic circles. exactly typifies drug addict behaviour in dogs as far as i can tell.

amy and i are sitting here waiting to be picked up for the potluck.

amy: (in an excited, shaky homer simpson-esque voice) i wonder who's picking us up? it's like the lottery!

elke suggested i photograph helens bright red blood decorating the snow on our front porch, but i never did, and i imagine that now it will have been well covered by the fresh new snow.

people are going to think our house is boring. when really, there's more activity in our house now than there has been in months!

curling into the fetal position when being attacked by ben does not work as a defense... he WILL bites the back of your head.

girls, we need to make the most of this blog, because in a few months i will have to resign as blog administrator ~ I'M GETTING MARRIED! married people can't run roommate blogs. well, they could, but it just wouldn't be right.

oh, and if you are uncomfortable with having your picture right there -->
please tell me. i just thought it was a neat idea. let me know what you think.

i think it's time someone posted something. so here i am, posting something.

also, maybe we should dismantle our christmas decorating? oh wait, most of that was me anyway. i'll get to it soon, i promise. oh, if there were only more time in life to do things!