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I’m glad technology has progressed to the point

where we can inflict weightlessness on hapless felines.

 

Let the freaking out begin

Boys will be boys

Local bar’s men’s room chalkboard announcement of their Super Bowl party.

It’s like we can’t resist it.

The apron, upside down

Katharine gave me a “Star Wars” apron for Christmas 2010. Here we have four characters lounging after a day spent cookin’.

Froggy

Darkness and fog, two great tastes that taste great together.

MOAR RUM PLZ

Preparing the glaze for the rum cake. A 4:2:1 sugar/rum/water mix with a butter chaser :-D

But it’s 9:30 in the morning!

Boozing up the rum cake. Holiday baking in full force!

Routes

Catching the 522 near my house.

When Chapsticks attack!

Katharine had a little lip-balm misfire....

Jarring

Back to work today for the first time since November 23. Since that day I’ve spent 8 days in the Caribbean (ah, sun/sand/water....) and took a day off for my 40th birthday yesterday.

And now SLAM back to the regular routine. Amazing how quickly the old patterns return:

1. Alarm at 05:30, didn’t even twitch.
2. Out the door by 06:00 to the park & ride.
3. On the bus, 30-minute ride to the office.
4. Yay badge still works!
5. Computer set up, time to start Outlook chewing on email updates.

All this and it’s only 07:15. I’ll spend most of today and possibly part of tomorrow filtering through vast volumes of email and other messages and catching up on what happened while I was out.

On the plus side, I’ve a short work week. So the crazy can only last four days.

How’s your Tuesday?

Pirate Punch

Bacardi Coco and Pyrat XO rums, pineapple and orange juices, fresh lime.

Ahh, the tropics. :-)

Light-bulb moments of the day

This morning Katharine had to confirm her password when she logged into Google Mail. She uses Google’s two-step authentication on that account — when she logs in, Google sends her a confirmation code by text message. I use the same authentication method for my own accounts.

Pretty routine, entirely unremarkable.

Until this exchange just now.

Katharine: [mumble mumble] “‘...phone number ending in 96.’ It never does.”

Don: “What?”

K: “The number. It never ends in ‘96’.”

D: [looks over at her screen, sees the Google logo] “Oh, the 2-step authorization thing?”

K: “Yeah. It always says ‘enter the verification code sent to your phone number ending in 96’. But the phone number never ends in 96.”

D: [brief stunned silence] “Your cell phone number ends in 96. It means *your* phone number*.”

K: [audible click of The Getting It] ”OOOOooooohhhhhh.....!”

A couple minutes of laffter [D] and head-hanging embarrassment [K], then:

K: “So then yours says ‘phone number ending in 07’?”

D, whose cell number has ended in 09 for 6 years now: “No...?”

K: [second audible click of The Getting It]

D: [more laffs!]

"I think this is the most beautiful pie I've ever made!"

From the “things we’ve never heard out of Julie Anne’s mouth before” files.

#116

Chasing Tail ale in my Squatters Mug Club mug :-)

The dining room has a floor!

Only 6 weeks into our time in this house and finally the boxes are moved.

Progress!