Recent articles in household (page 1 of 2)
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Apr 11, 2006
Make My Dinner
I was at a day-long impro workshop on Sunday when someone asked me, "Where's Jess today?" I realized how strange it would sound before I answered. "She's at home making my dinner." Jess and I have been busy people lately, which means we haven't had much time to spice things up. In the kitchen, I mean. Get your mind out of the gutter. Well, with a couple of days off this week, Jess took the initiative and went prowling through a couple of the cookbooks I keep on the shelf (gotta keep up appearances, you know).
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Mar 11, 2006
Suspicion
I accidentally got mayonnaise on Sunny while eating lunch yesterday. I don't think he trusts me anymore.
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Mar 3, 2006
The Cutest Shall Prevail
In the battle for guinea pig supremacy... only one can win.
Growing up in Montreal, our family had a series of guinea pigs. First there was Ginny, who came home from the pet store already pregnant (I've since learned this is a sign of a really irresponsible establishment). One traumatic evening while the parents were out, our babysitter rushed us to our bedrooms when we shouted in alarm, "There's something coming out of Ginny!" By the time mom and dad got home, there were three new baby piggies: Popcorn, Raspberry and Patches. We found good homes for Popcorn and Raspberry and kept Patches to keep Ginny company. Eventually Ginny left us, and Frisky joined the family.
When we moved to Australia in 1993 we left them all behind, and I've been wanting guinea pigs again ever since. Meet Sunny and Toffee, the two newest additions to the family. They are both very cute, but they don't always get along so well.
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Feb 6, 2006
Metrosexual Failure
For a number of years, I have gotten used to people assigning me the badge of metrosexual. I've even come to take some small amount of pride in the label—if only because they didn't think I was gay (not that there's anything wrong with that!). As of today, I have admitted defeat in my metrosexual career. We have hired a cleaner.
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Feb 6, 2006
The Fridge Door
I can feel my brain being reprogrammed every time I open the fridge door.
No, this isn't some kind of rant against EM radiation from home appliances or garishly promotional food packaging. We have simply reconfigured our fridge door from right-hand opening to left-hand opening, and I swear it's giving me brain tumours!
Though you may not know it, a handy feature of most modern "freezer-on-top" refrigerators (unless you have one of those Internet fridges, in which case you have bigger problems, my friend) is that you can move the hinges from one side of the appliance to the other. Jess and I got home from shopping yesterday, and I very casually declared, fresh tub of melting ice cream in hand, "I think I'll switch over the door on the fridge."