Last week on a Wednesday, well into my daily morning ritual of hitting the snooze button and lounging a bit more in bed, I finally decide to get up and start my day. But not until after sneaking in one final morning stretch to get the sleep kinks out of my body. I reach up and out and.. out pops my shoulder from the socket! Wow, I’m out of shape. The sucker just slips out over the cartilage and there I am, trapped in bed with my arm hanging out of the socket. Hmmm… what a conundrum.

Last night Basil and I realized we had a free and quiet Friday night tonight… no plans, no obligations, no work to catch up on… *?blink?* …. What the heck should we do? The soon-to-be-found, somewhat-obvious answer of course was: what else but Endless Shrimp at Red Lobster!? Now, this may not sound that exciting to you, but whenever that commercial comes on TV announcing this fine limited-time offer, Basil yells out, “ooooh yeah!!” and I know that our next date night is going to be about filling our faces with endless rounds of 4-5 different preparations of our little shellfish friends.

One major reason for me to blog is to send something over to my parents to read while they are in China. I’m pretty sure they don’t use rss feeds and it seems the best way to get them to this site is to send them periodic reminder emails that this blog has been updated.

In response to the latest email my mom writes:

Basil is a loyal Nikon user, so chances are I’ll be getting a Nikon so I can poach all his lenses. For those in the area, we’re going to be planning a little photography field trip somewhere pretty in the Bay. Ping if interested in joining!

The good news is that I’m watching less reality tv these days. The less good news is that this doesn’t necessarily mean a decrease in my tv consumption. My latest obsession is Mad Men – made even better because the first 2 seasons are available On Demand!

I just flew Southwest this weekend back from Seattle, and the crew for Flight 887 (departing SeaTac at 6:35 p.m.) was a class act. Song and Dance, the whole 9 yards.

Somebody please tell me what kind of bug this is and how best to exterminate them? Is it wrong of me to want to kill them off in their own habitat as they generally stay outside?

Basil’s big toes are shaped like chicken nuggets. I just find them fascinating because I’ve seen no other toes like his, though from what I hear his dad’s toes are the exact same way. My feet are no less strange and are “lovingly” called chimichangas as they resemble medium-sized stuffed burritos. But I can appreciate my chubby feet and Basil’s funny looking toes as small quirks that are a part of who we are.