Loren's Life
Friday, January 28, 2005
Tuesday, January 25, 2005
We Are So Grown Up
Jeff and I have reached a milestone in our lives. We are going to take a chance by installing our new flooring for the master bedroom. Gasp.When we bought the house, we new the carpet had to go. In Cavanaughs last month, he got sick quite often and he stayed in our bedroom the whole time. So now the carpet really has to go. We are going to do wood instead of carpet. It will look great, but we are going to try to save coin by doing it ourselves.
Before I close, I will answer your question I know you'll ask. We can't ask Bud. He's already volunteered himself and US to re-roof my sisters roof that was damaged during the hurricanes. It's either that or she waits about two years. That's the average wait time around here for a new roof. This will take place in February. Give me some ideas on a interesting way to document this.
Friday, January 21, 2005
Tuesday, January 18, 2005
Happy Anniversary To Us
Today is our second wedding anniversary! I'm married to the best man in the whole world.Tuesday, January 11, 2005
Rehab Ready
Larry needs to go to rehab. He suffers from TWA, Toilet Water Addiction. He can't get enough. When the seat is down, he demands you to lift it up. When you're taking care of business, he'll meow and try to push you off to get to the bowl. In the morning, he'll wake you to get you to lift the seat. When he does make it, he'll drink forever. His favorite thing is to watch you flush. It's not diabetes, he just had his check up, and he has a full bowl in the kitchen. He's just addicted and it's nasty. My sweet baby loves toilet water.Monday, January 10, 2005
The Life Aquatic
Jeff and I saw it Sunday. Pretty good, but not as good as other Wes Anderson stuff.Jeff also suffered from a cheap beer hangover Sunday morning. We spent Saturday night bowling and eating wings with our friends Tammy and Shawn and Tammy's family. After I made him hot tea and eggs and a bagel, served it to him in bed and let him watch a DVD, he recovered. My poor baby.

