Because your kiss is on my . . .

El Esposo and I are sitting in Taco Bell last night (that's right, Taco Bell--eat your heart out--this is our awesome life) when this charming mediocre elevator-y number from the eighties comes on. I'll refresh you: "Because your kiss, your kiss is on my . . . because your kiss, your kiss I can't resist. Because your kiss is on my . . . for the rest of my life." (Basically it sucks). Anyway, we are in the mood to have fun with song lyrics on our way to check out this sledding hill down the road for what may be our one and only chance this year.

Side-note: Every year El Esposo gets excited about sledding and is always talking about how we should go and I'm always like, "On 1/2 an inch of snow? At the most? That's not sledding; that's called grassburn." I'm a party pooper, right? So last night I'm trying to make up for it since we live in the suburbs now and we got maybe two inches before that nice layer of ice, and anyway we find ourselves at Taco Bell because our kitchen is half-tiled and not really usable.

So I'm making Jerry Seinfeld-style jokes:

"What sort of list are we talking about here? The good list? The bad list? A list? B list? Naughty list? List of people I have kissed before? That's not really saying much."

And El Esposo asks what am I talking about. "Um," I hesitate because I'm thinking it's pretty seriously obvious, and then I say "Your kiss is on my list?"

To which El Esposo replies, "It's lips, not list. List doesn't even make sense."

It's a good point, but I'm still thinking, "Who said anything about sense? It rhymes with can't resist."

So which is it? Try and resist the temptation to google.

p.s., sledding was not bad at all

Working from home

It's 2:37 pm and I am still in my PJ's. I have more reasons than that to thank Martin Luther King, Jr. (who seriously was inspirational beyond almost anyone except maybe Helen Keller, right?), but nevertheless it is a perk I enjoy, and it is no small thing as my commute is increasingly burdensome.

Yesterday, El Esposo and I cataloged all of our home improvement completed so far and what still remains. It's a lot on both ends, but I'm beginning to really like this place. Just for fun, here's some stuff that was on the list for week one (aka Christmas week)

12/22
Closed on house
Painted master bedroom
Up until 2:30am with the intoxicated carpet dude
12/23
Finished painting master bedroom
Spackled hole in office wall and a little throughout house
12/24
Painted office
Painted living room/hallways/stairway
12/26
Painted dining room
Hung blinds in office
Installed switch covers
Carpet installed
De-Christmased the tree in front yard (for the first time in years)
Installed powder room light fixture and mirror
12/27
Moved out and in/assembled furniture (bed, bookshelf, etc.)
Moved and installed fridge
Installed cupboard “liners”
Unpacked essentials

Here's a picture of the dining room, where I ate my lunch today.

Bah. I spent most of today troubleshooting technology.

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It's time to name . . . . . . the company

Nope, not the baby.

Anyway, one of my freelance non-profit "clients" wants to actually pay me to do some actual writing, so it occurs to me that I need to be able to actually bill them, so I need an actual company. Yes, actually. Even though I fancy myself a writer, I am crap at titles. My main idea right now is "Melissa, the writer" with or without the comma. That's the sort of ideas a near-genius-level IQ will get you.

What does your near-genius-level IQ have for me?

I will not be running into the President-Elect at Subway after all

Apparently we are not allowed to leave the building right now as it is a security risk because Obama's doing . . . something (leaving for or coming back from his big meeting at the white house today?). Glad I brought my lunch today.

So, do we need to get Obama a pope-mobile or something?

Update: Okay, it was a suspicious package issue. Obama probably wasn't even there at all today since he was having lunch with 4 presidents.

No I did not catch a glimpse of the President-elect from the window this morning

But several of my coworkers did.

Obama's transition team HQ is in the building across the street, which appears as drab as ours. I heard the rumor of Obama arriving from my cubicle, but did not clamor at the window across the room. It's a long walk and I'm not very fond of clamoring. Maybe later this week. Or maybe I'll run into him at Subway or Potbelly. Wreck on wheat?