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My sister moved to a new apartment in Brooklyn last weekend. I'm visiting for the first time tonight, helping her unpack and organize. This place is gorgeous. It's a brownstone, the second floor, and she has this huge suite of rooms to herself, plus a shared kitchen and bathroom.

My payment for the organizational skillz? She had to walk on my back. I've never had a professional massage, but I can't imagine it feels better than my 98-lb. sister walking up and down my spine. Oh, yeah.

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Sunday, January 04, 2009

I got home tonight to discover that Gina had taken a spill over the weekend. Thankfully, she was not hurt, but she was holding my recently repaired-from-when-I-broke-the-handle-off Peter Pan silhouette mug.

I am not surprised, nor angry. This happens to every mug I like, from my first mug at age 8 (Alfred E. Neumann, from which I used to drink my third-grader's-heavily-milk-laden coffee) to my Winnie-the-Pooh mug to my Newsradio and Mr Show mugs to my Second Cup to-go mug. Peter is just the latest casuality in a long line of broken drinkware.

Plus, on November 13, 2003, broke the lid of her grandma's cookie jar. So it's fair, really.

Sniff.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:09 PM | shower me with attention

Friday, January 02, 2009

I've added Nathan to my blogroll. I meant to do that ages ago. I guess I finally did because I'm feeling Oz-y. (Not Ozzy.)

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Thursday, January 01, 2009

Despereaux? Desper-blows.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:08 PM | shower me with attention

Happy New Year.

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Wednesday, December 31, 2008

Happy Goose Day! 24 years of Goose!

Also, Happy New Year's Eve. Please refresh your browser if you don't see the drunken faerie.

I forgot my glasses at home today and everything is out of focus.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:54 AM | shower me with attention

Sunday, December 28, 2008

Det. Munch
Originally uploaded by Tavie

I had lunch with Goose, Mama Goose, Jacob, Detective Munch and Bunk the gingercat today at Mama Goose's house in Hoboken. Mama Goose lives ridiculously close to me. I will give her cat, Rocket, her thyroid medication if she ever goes traveling.

This is a picture of Detective Munch sitting on Goose's lap. He is ridiculously cuddlesome. He's a big, soft jellybean that makes squeaky sounds when he's content and lets you kiss his nose.

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Friday, December 26, 2008

One of my Christmas gifts was the 40th Anniversary DVD of The Sound of Music. Anyone wanna come over and play The Sound of Music Drinking Game?

This DVD also has a sing-along feature, which I am utilizing right now with great delight, all by myself.

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