So, Bill and I were watching this VH1 “I love the 70s” thing. January 14, 1973, Elvis broadcasted a concert from Hawaii. (My MIL is a huge Elvis fan. Except not in that weird, crying-at-Graceland way.) October 18, 1973, William Eugene Ferrel arrived. You do the math.

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HOA schmoa, bitches.

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So, Bill ordered the Package Shark a while back. He actually ordered two of them because there was some neato bonus offer or something. They arrived today. I think pictures will speak much louder than my words ever could. (But if you need words, I captioned them at Flickr, so you can go read ‘em [...]

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Now let me preface all of this with complete disclosure: there are two people in our home who actually like mornings, Matt and Tricia. Bill doesn’t really loathe mornings, but he’s not a huge fan. Lenna and I think mornings suck harder than my spiffy Dyson. Lenna and I believe that everyone’s day should start [...]

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That reason is that I invariably screw them up within a day or two. I think it’s some weird psychological block I have or something. I made one lousy resolution this year, and I’ve already managed to blow it. Well, a little. I resolved to be a better blog reader/friend. Instead, I went out and [...]

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