The baby

My new niece was born this past Saturday night. Tyler Eugene (the Eugene part is a bit unfortunate). My new niece has a pee-pee. Yep, ultrasound be damned, my new niece is a boy.

Oh no!

It's Saturday night and I may need help. Lots of help. Psychiatric help. It's 9:07 pm and already this evening I have:
-done laundry
-worked on a paper that's due Monday
-worked on CHEMISTRY material FOR FUN

Holy moly.

The good news is, I did forfeit supper to eat potato chips.

Spoiling

Not to brag but, I came home Monday night to a candle lit dinner. Prepared, cooked, and served by boyfriend.

How sweet!

Mad Dogs & Englishmen, Fat Bastard and Cpt. Jack

Boyfriend and I attended a hockey game with another couple who happen to be the parents of Vince's girlfriend, Honey. Following the game we popped by the liquor store, prior to the commencement of game night, to purchase a bottle, or four, of wine. We safely picked two reds that we both knew were safe for our tastebuds. The other two were cautiously picked after a great deal of scrutinizing over the potential quality. We even relied on the assistance of the staff. Our final choices were: Mad Dogs & Englishmen, a Spanish Cabernet Sauvingon/Shiraz, and Fat Bastard, a French something or other. Clearly our scrutiny only pertained to the labels! They were both very very tasty.

In other important news, I bought an early birthday gift for boyfriend, which he found in the trunk of the car, ooops. He has a thing for Pirates of the Caribbean. I bought a fish tank Pirates scene with Captain Jack Sparrow and Davey Jones thinking I was being all clever. He wasn't overly excited about it since he could give a rat's ass about the fish tank. Once installed, however, he's totally digging the underwater pirate puppet show!