Health

I made dinner last night.



There is something very 1990s about "stir fry," am I right?

Hmm. "Stir fry."

Best present ever

On Christmas Eve day I found a mysterious parcel in my office.

In it, this note:



































And this amazing sweater!!!





Acorns!



Mr. Fat Squirrel!



From Northern Reflections!

IT'S PERFECT! (And it fits!) And now I have a "Christmas sweater."

Vicki and Sarah—you guys are awesome!

Fluffy snowflakes

Today!

Dogs

Yes, they are watching you.

Hot fudge sauce

You can chug it from the jar if you want to.



But Greg will tell you it looks "desperate."

Maybe just put it away.

Found!

A dollar!



Then,



Specialized receptacle!

That's known as serendipity.



Yessiree.

Ahhhhhh

I finished a big project. Landlady is leaving us alone. We have a acquired a sofa.

Celebrate with a steak!



For sharing with my Greg.

Followed by one of these, of course.

Monday morning

Going to work.

Rain.

Waiting for the bus . . .





Yep.

Oh, hi John.



I see you speak Spanish.

Well—there's the bus!

Bye!

Mille-feuilles

My favorite treat in the entire world!



It has to have this exact icing on top and actual custard in the filling, and I finally found a bakery with a good one (it's a secret).



Heaven!

(I saved half for Greg. Equals I deserve a best-wife-ever award.)

Whoa!

Skeletal remains!

Dear landlady

Thank you for accusing us of messing up our kitchen floor when it was in fact the fault of your contractor's extreme incompetence or laziness. Thanks also for not apologizing when said incompetence or laziness became evident. Thank you as well for randomly deciding to replace the entire floor surface when a few tiles would have been cool.

And most of all, thank for you for replacing our gray-flecked white linoleum tiles with excellent faux-ceramic textured beige sheet linoleum!



AWESOME!

Love,

Rebecca and Greg

What is that thing?

That thing where you see the flowers and are like, oooh I want tulips for our apartment!



But then you think, I can't spend $6.99 on flowers!

And then you keep walking. And then you stop and go back. And then you walk away again.

And you are confused. And you have no tulips.

And this happens every day!!

One of these eggs

Is not like the other ones:



Double yoke!

Special.

Lookit!

My friends had a baby yesterday!

Here he is wrapped up like a little burrito:



Theodore. I love him!

I wish he didn't live in Hong Kong—so far away.

Hexagon blanket

Progress!





Yep, it is going to be multicolored hexagons all with a band of gray.

FOUND!

Hanging out in a bag on top of a trash can in Carroll Gardens:



An awesome hat!



I don't know if you noticed, but that pom pom is rather jumbo.

That's right

We are living it up in New York City, people.



This shit's limited edition!

Yesterday

Our landlady is the most anxious person I have ever met. She is flipping out on us, and it is driving me and Greg up the wall.

Yesterday afternoon she sent us a rawther rude email. To which I replied charmingly of course. She replied with another rude one, and steam started coming out of Greg's ears.

I am continuing my campaign of niceness, but it is plaguing both of us emotionally.

HENCE, last night at 11:00, this was happening:





Three kinds of ice cream. Homemade hot fudge and butterscotch sauce. Chopped peanuts.

STRESS-BUSTER SUNDAES!

Works good.

Make a mess!

All over the rug!

Gonna repaint the dresser

Blue.

(This doesn't work so well in the new apartment.)

Unheimlich

This really really looks like me:






















But alas is not. I do not have any shoes that great.

Craig saw this on The Sartorialist! (He is very good at finding my twins.)

Bird

Greg made this drawing today.



I know, isn't it great!???

French butter!

As good as Canadian butter?



We shall see.

Greg's excellent idea (New York butter = the worst).

Mystery

Why does it smell like manure??

Dr. Jones and me

I stopped by to feed our friends' cat Dr. Jones. He was lo-o-o-o-o-nely.



I gave him food.

Then some heavy petting:





Cute paws close-up!



OK bye Dr. Jones!

Found

I picked this up on the sidewalk where there was a Christmas tree stand in December.



I think this tree was . . . eleven years old? Or eight? Hard to tell.

Snacktime

Awesome!





I LOVE baked potatoes!

A very weird book

Staple bound.



"X-mas ’92."

Merry Christmas!

This baby cost fitty cents at the thrift store.

At work

There has been a bit of a shakeup.

Stella passed away.

George, seeing her pot empty, discarded his own and crawled into hers.



Pierre has a good thing going, and he's holding onto it.



Will an outsider move into George's old pot?



Stay tuned.