this is about as romantic as we get around these parts

So remember that storm from this past weekend? Well we were completely prepared and had no problems - we didn't even lose power which was kind of a bummer because there was a bit of anticipation in using the battery operated stuff like the headlamps - I love wearing a headlamp.

Actually when Bumper broke the reading / bedside lamp in our bedroom a couple of months back, I really loved reading by the headlamp. It gave my night ritual a bit of Blair Witchiness which was invigorating to say the least. Oh and it also gave me an excuse to go to IKEA. Like I need an excuse but you know what I mean.

Hey - did I ever tell you about the first night SB and I moved in together?

What do you mean TMI?

No no, this isn't that kind of of story... oh pleeeeeze, this is a clean-cut blog. HA!

Anyhow, on our first night together as roomies he thought that it would be super fun to scare the crap out of me in our new diggs.

So SB waited until I drifted off to sleep and then proceeded to sneak up to the side of my bed and jump up and go all Jason Voorhees on my butt. Not cool or romantic in any way, shape, or form.

Seriously - I almost stabbed my future husband that night. My only recollection of that particular practical joke aftermath was perhaps holding him a bit too firmly around the throat saying something like "if you ever do that again, you won't see the light of day - capisce?" or something equally loving and romantic.

Isn't that true romance?
We took these photos on the night of our engagement
In case you are wondering: yes it's a wig and I'm on the right

But as usual, I'm getting off track.

Snowstorm - yes, that is what I was originally talking about. So we were prepared and nothing big happened but I did leave one of the bedroom windows open more than a crack. Since our places is hotter then the average rain forest it wasn't noticeable but when I whipped back the curtains yesterday I noticed a big chunk of ice had formed inside.

This chunk of ice made me laugh really hard and as proof of my immaturity I snapped it off like my name was Bobbitt and threw it in the bathroom sink before running off to get the camera (I am a blogger after all).

When I uploaded the photos I was shocked at how it wasn't my imagination, this ice was phallic.

Ice, ice, baby indeed:


Let's leave it at: the storm tried to f**k with me and I showed it who's the boss.

So how many 80s and 90s references can be unintentionally crammed into one post? Well okay, the last one was done on purpose but "oh my holy influential years batman" it is painfully obvious what decades influenced my thought and speech patterns, isn't it? Gag me with a spoon, I'm so impressionable. Like OMG!