This and that...

Yesterday, I went to IKEA with Lisa specifically to buy a pillowcase for the bed. When we left IKEA we had bought candles, rugs, pictures,and lamps... and realized we had forgotten the pillowcase. How typical is that? We had a good laugh. But at least now our flat feels more like a home, and that alone was worth the trip.

Last weekend Lisa and I went to Oxford... did I tell you that? I feel like I might have. It's a college town- English style- so it sort of feels like you're walking with a bunch of equestrians and polo players. They do this fun thing called "punting"... which involves standing/balancing on the back of a boad and pushing it down a stream with a giant pole. No one can successfully do it with any sort of grace, and it was hysterical to watch all the college guys attempting to woo their lady friends by looking macho while they went down the river. Their facial expressions were of utter concentration and they didn't seem to be relaxing much at all... which I assume is the purpose of punting.

Today all three of my bosses are out of town, and it's only the relaxed people in the office with me. We've already had at least three conversations, which is unheard of in this silent place. They have convinced me to ask for an espresso machine becasue they say they think the bosses listen to me. I think that if I keep opening my big mouth, I'm going to get myself fired. I've also noticed that the men in this office go through milk and sugar like they're four year olds, so I have to go to the grocery store and buy them more today. I honestly feel like I'm babysitting adults sometimes. :) I think I finished all my excel projects for today (hurray!), so it should be more relaxing.

Lisa and I are convinced that we have a rat living in our flat next to the garbage bag, and have discussed the rodent situation at length- deciding not to kill it. We're both terrified of scurrying rats, but we're more afraid of dead rats. So, we sort of hold our breath everytime we have to open the cupboard to throw something away, because there's always the tiny possibility that thing will come darting out of the darkness and ruin our lives. On my bed, there's a blanket with fringe on it,and sometimes when the fringe touches my face in my sleep, I freak out because I dream that it's the rat's whiskers.

Anyway, I think I'm done writing. I really should do some work... or check out espn... or research about the vice presidential debate tonight which I am livid I can't watch.

Also, if you read this, you should leave me a comment. I honestly wake up the morning after I blog excited to check and see if I have any comments. Little connections to home make all the difference. Hugs from here-