I know, I know. Some of you can read the new font just fine & some of you are treated to a screen of teeeeeeny tiiiny script. I know this because my Dad has been sending me emails letting me know that HEY MAN. YOUR DAISY WEBSITE ISN’T WORKING. IT CANNOT BE READ WITH THE HUMAN EYE. I of course can tell you about this & perhaps giggle a little because -light bulb moment here- Dad can’t read what I’m saying about him! FTW! (This problem is being worked on. Please don’t look behind the curtain.)

In other news Rhett Butler has graduated from adorable puddle of fur to Grade A annoyance at 3 am. He has decided that 3 am is breakfast time! “Kibble please! Please! Please! I’ll bounce around until you wake up to feed me!”  Of course I don’t wake up and feed him but I do wake up and growl at him in the kind of voice that one has at 3 am, as they desperately realize, oh man they have to get up for work in two hours and my goodness you hound dog you, go back to bed! Right there! On your fluffy lambs wool pillow with your very own down comforter because you are spoiled rotten!* SLEEP! Of course B doesn’t even stir during this nightly ordeal. Bastard.

We recently joined www.mint.com and realized we were spending an excruciating amount on eating out for two people who only eat out about twice a week and never anywhere particularly fancy. When you realize that those not particularly nice meals out add up to a divine evening at Charlie Trotters or Topolobompo you start doing some real fast grocery shopping & eating in. It has been fun as we both enjoy cooking, and B is typically in charge of the salad & a side dish while I make the main course and perhaps another serving of veggies, as I’ve become the 5-A-Day dictator. This was going swimmingly until last night when he chopped his (stop reading now if you are squeamish please) fingernail off while preparing garlic slices for some spinach – and of course the moment this happened our guest arrived. “Hi, hi! Can we get you a drink?  NO THAT ISN’T BLOOD ALL OVER THE KITCHEN. PLEASE. DO WE LOOK LIKE THE CULLENS?? Appetizer? Lime wedge? Swizzle stick? Do sit down.”

Awesome.

For the record that means:

Daisy:  one stupid, stupid knife incident & one pre-marriageexploding pyrex incident.

B:  two stupid knife incidents, one involving a blade covered in lemon juice and one separate situation involving a television and a huge gouge in the master bedroom floor that we just are not talking about. That throw rug looks pretty there, no?

I WIN!

Unless of course you are asking me at 3 am or from my Dad’s home computer. And then I lose something big.

* The down comforter is one of those machine washable synthetic jobs that I got as a gift from my ex boyfriend after we broke up. It is twin sized and covered in penguins and the dog has CLAIMED IT. And rather than say no and have him focus his attention on my  bedding or towels or ballet flats, I’ve given in. Fair trade in my opinion.