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Wow, I've never seen it snow like this in Austin. At first I was mad that I was at work, but it was really fun to watch so many people stream out of the building to take pictures and stand under the flakes for a few minutes. It's like 34 degrees, so it's not going to stick or anything, but it's still pretty great.
This is four-fifths of the coolest cat I know. She lives one street over from us, and whenever we walk past her house she rushes us, insistently pushing up against our ankles until we stop and deliver some head pats and ear rubs. After that she follows us up the street for three or four houses, then stops and sits down to watch us walk away. Once she climbed up my pants and clawed up my jacket and rested, purring, on my shoulder. It is all very flattering.
I always joke that I want to steal her away and make her ours, but Eric points out that she would just sit in our front yard and wait to latch on to some other couple as they walk by every day, and then where would we be? Clearly, this cat is kind of a whore. We'll just enjoy her when we can.
It would have been tricky in any case to preside over a country recently reunited after a bitter civil war, but Andrew Johnson did not exactly do a stellar job. Widely regarded as a decent and well-intentioned fellow, he nevertheless granted blanket amnesty to Confederates during a Congressional recess, vetoed legislation that would have granted rights and support to former slaves, and became the first U.S. president to be impeached after he replaced his secretary of war without Congressional approval, intentionally violating a law specifically enacted to protect the sitting secretary.
Wait! What's going on here? There's no room for nuance on Presidents' Day! Enough with the historical background--it's time to congratulate Andrew Johnson for being the seventh president in our series of lame, crappy, or boring presidents!
Previous years' honorees:
suck it, week of 2/8/10!
Brown food for a gray day. I'm told the Luby's at Cameron and 183 is one of the last good ones left.
Thanks to everyone for all your efforts, but I am sad to announce we did not make it to the finals round of the Austin's Cutest Couple Contest.
I'm a little bummed. So we weren't the "cutest" or most "Austin-y" of all the contestants, and I'm willing to concede the picture we submitted was "supremely unflattering" and that maybe we just "aren't very attractive."
But in my heart, I think we deserved to win. In my heart, we did win. So as far as I'm concerned, all those other couples can eat a heart-shaped box of dicks.
The rutabagas were okay. Nothing special, nothing crazy, just another roasted root vegetable. They are cheap, though, and an excellent source of Vitamin C, so I say check them out.
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Despite the spell of damn near perfect weather last month, this is becoming the dreariest winter I can remember. It's not getting to me, much, but I feel like I have to be very careful to not become slothlike or mean. Zzzz. Grr.