Colds

I think Anna and I are both coming down with colds.
Anna's birthday was Saturday. I gave her a birthday card about an old guy picking his nose.
Daisy ate one of Anna's flip-flops, one of my dress shoes, and one of Anna's boots. She's been a bad dog.
I saw Living Sacrifice on Wednesday night. They were very good. War of Ages was good. Everyone else ranged from just mediocre to downright awful.
For Anna's birthday, we picked up some ice cream from Cold Stone and had pizza with her parents.
On Sunday morning, we had the kids make sand-art animals. We were terrified that it would make a big mess, so we bribed them into cleaning it all up when they were done.
I got a new cell phone. It's a HTC Droid Eris.
Snot keeps pouring out of my left nostril.
I had to fix Mike's toilet on Friday. The flap-valve wasn't sealing and water constantly ran out of the tank and into the bowl. As a result, every few minutes the tank level would lower enough that the tank would have to refill. This meant that Mike was hearing the toilet filling all night long. It only took me about fifteen minutes to fix his toilet, though ten of that was spent trying to adjust the new valve seal so it was in exactly the right spot.
Katie came to the office right at closing time today and told me that her toilet was producing black water. I held my breath as I entered her apartment to examine her toilet. I flushed it a couple times. I looked in the tank. All I could see was that her toilet bowl was incredibly dirty.
I'm watching this ice dancing stuff. This is one of those sports about which I must profess complete ignorance. I just don't know how one pair can be compared against any other if they aren't performing the exact same dance to the exact same music.
I think it's funny when the commentators for the Olympics talk about the work ethic of the various Asian competitors. Call me racist, but aren't they executed if they don't win gold? It's common knowledge that the Chinese essentially kidnap all their athletes as young children and hold them captive while they train for competition.
This British ice dancing pair is skating to a remix of "Crawling" by Linkin Park. Do you find that out of place?
"George's wife was a good Christian woman. If she saw what he was doing, she'd roll over in her gra... wait, she was cremated, wasn't she?" Bobbie said that to Mildred the other day. I think it's hilarious.