Christmas Photo Extravaganza

Monkey Bars

Move Over Geodesic Dome

Check out the new addition to the neighborhood. One day they moved the old cracker box-style home, poured a round concrete foundation, and broke out the erector set. No, I don't know what it is but I suspect Buckminster Fuller would be jealous. Heather says the workers seem apologetically polite when she drives by. You know, they wave a little too hard and smile a little too wide. Just a tad too much enthusiasm. Heather's not a fan but I like it (I hope she doesn't read this blog). Yep, I like it a lot. It brings a little character to the neighborhood. Growing up in La Verne I remember there was a family across the street that practiced witchcraft. They tinted all their windows purple and adorned their roof with bedposts. Definitely an odd family but they made the street a bit more interesting ("Nevermind that woman staring, muttering and pointing at us from her front lawn - she's just casting a spell on us.") We've speculated what the dome might be:

The Brown Derby

Nuclear Power Plant With A View

Igloo

Scrubbing Bubble

The Tip of a Ballistic Missile

Michael Jackson's Mausoleum

Hostess Coconut Snowball

Feel free to enter a guess.

My Wife Is Better Than Yours

So, after a 12 hour day I came home and put a couple of warm slices of pizza on my plate. I walked into the bedroom and began to sit on the bed when the pizza slid off the plate, flipped over, and landed cheese side down on our white 400 thread-count Egyptian cotton duvet. Did I mention it was barbecue chicken pizza? Uh, yeah. Heather witnessed the entire disaster too. Before I could pick off the saucy onions and chicken bits, Heather said "Its no big deal, don't worry about it." How awesome is that! Maybe she took pity on me after a long, rough day of work. Tomorrow I'll be back in the salt mines for another 12 hours and, no doubt, she'll have those stains removed. She's a Houdini with a bleach pen.