Random Esquire

1. On my way home today, it was snowing big, fat, paperweight snowflakes. I took a deep breath and inhaled one and it seemingly landed on my brain, from the feel of it. Worse than an ice cream headache.

2. Saturday night, we went to a dinner party at Instigator’s home. Her husband’s obsession with technology rivals my own. By the end of the night, Instigator had a kool-aid moustache…from drinking red wine. All notions of sipping the wine were gone. What’s funny is that, at some point in the evening, Boss and I both thought she’d somehow sprouted cold sores on either side of her mouth. It wasn’t until she plopped down on the couch next to me that I realized it was, in fact, a wine moustache.  Instigator is awesome.

3. For some reason, it escaped me that you could max out on your social security contributions for a year. I just had never realized or simply didn’t pay any attention so I felt rather foolish when IKNOW! told me that today like I was nuts for not realizing this.

4. Little Filthy got a bed this weekend after months without one. He’s been sleeping on the couch. I’m pleased to say he loves his new bed. He has, however, developed a new complaint and we have no idea of its source. He’s taken to standing on the couch, front legs on the back of the couch, staring at the bookshelf and crying. He clearly wants something on the bookshelf but I have no idea what it is or how to figure out what it is short of removing everything on the shelf and offering it to him…which seems rather indulgent. Of course, his crying is pitiful. Which means, who knows? Maybe tomorrow when Boss gets home, I’ll be offering Little Filthy some reading material.