365: Poppies!

California poppies are one of the few flowers I like and appreciate. I don't really care about flowers all that much. I mean, I'm not like DIE FLOWERS DIE, but they're just whatevs. Except for poppies. They make me super happy for some reason. Maybe they are one of the few things I associate with memories from when I was a kid besides my family and the beach. I have a shit memory and can barely remember things that happened last year much less 30 years ago. But I remember being fascinated by poppies when I was little. If you aren't aware, California poppies close up at night into little buds and spread open wide when the sun comes up. That's just so cool.

Today was gray and overcast so this little poppy field in the middle of campus had mostly closed buds. I snapped this right before I had to go in and bust heads with the people trying to ruin our Africa trip. Good thing I saw these first.

365: Haulin' Ass

Ange and I are major fans of Craigslist. We've bought many items there, sold as many more, found houses, roommates, etc. We love CL.

One of the funniest things that happens when we go to look at and probably purchase goodies is that potential sellers look at little Escape with doubt in their eyes and ask when we're going to come back and pick up said item. As if! Little Escape is the Queen of Hauling Things! And yet, people continue to doubt the massiveness of her inner bowels.

Today we picked up Ange's fancy new recliner (see her post about it) and I was surprised that the guy was in shock about it fitting. Seriously? We didn't pick up a dump truck dude; it's a recliner. Earlier this year another dumb guy (hmm, maybe there's a pattern emerging...) doubted our ability to fit a full size kitchen table into our little trooper. Well not only did we fit the table, we also fit two of the dining chairs too! Roasted ye of little faith! Typical man, always misjudging sizes and how much will fill a space. Pshhhht. Get out of here with that madness.

365: Balance

One latte & one bottomless mimosa. Good start to my morning with my peeps. However I was not informed about the impromptu hike after breakfast. If I would have known I might have ordered differently. Hopefully I don't fall off the trail into more poison oak.

365: At Home Date Night

We have a lot of work to do this weekend so we decided to have an at home date night. We worked until about 9 and then settled in for a movie. Now Ange isn't really a movie fan so when we watch a movie together it goes one of two ways:

1. We get a movie I'm super excited about and she falls asleep halfway through.

OR

2. We find some ridiculous comedy that sounds good to Ange and simultaneously doesn't make me want to gouge my eyes out, and there's only a 50/50 chance she'll fall asleep.

Tonight's selection was Jack and Jill starring Adam Sandler x2. It was completely ridiculous as expected. Mostly completely OOC and kooky but lots of very hilarious slapstick. Ange made it through the whole thing which equals successful date night for me!

365: So Bourgeoisie

One of the perks of finally arriving in my career and making good money is the ability to have someone else prep and file my taxes. We're generally low maintenance, do-it-yourself kind of girls, but this year, with all the complicated factors of moving, domestic partnership, two different states, etc. etc. I knew I couldn't handle this whole thing and wouldn't be sure I was even doing it right and maximizing our return. So we hired a CPA to do it all for us. I was feeling super weird about it until we picked up our taxes today. All we had to do was sign six forms (5 tax forms and a CHECK for the accountant naturally) and we were done. He is e-filing our joint CA return and our separate federal return (because that whole separate BUT TOTALLY EQUAL thing re: gay marriage) and they had the Indiana returns all packaged up and labeled and ready to be dropped in the mail. It was like the angels were singing down from heaven. Totally worth the money we paid just for that alone, but on top of it we got some great money back for the first time in forever. The only thing we owed was $3 on Ange's Indiana return (which is ridic, but whatever, we'll take it). I can get used to this.

365: Rocking out with HPA!

Our Health Professions Club held a fundraiser at Cafe Flo tonight. Of course Ange and I were there to show our support. They had an open mic, lots of karaoke and some actual singers and bands. My favorite moment of the night was when three hipster nerdie guys got up and started rapping the most ridiculous song I've ever heard. It involved the words "cray cray" at least twice if that's any indication. All in all a successful event and super silly fun.

365: Silly Boy

This is our Dukey boy. Dukey only likes to eat his from a laying down position. He has bad hips so I think it hurts for him to bend over to eat. In the top picture you'll note two standing feeders that we got so that he could eating from a standing position. He basically told us to take a leap off a bridge because he refuses to eat from them. So instead squatty little Sam eats from them. Because he's weird too.

When Duke is done eating he likes to pass out on the floor next to his bowl. Never know when you might get hungry again and will need quick access to food!

I also like that Duke appears to be sticking his tongue out at me in the top picture. He knew I was going to rat him out on my blog!