Our Christmas lights are looking a little shabby lately

Sometimes you just know it's time to leave a place.

Today I happened to wander into my bedroom when I noticed, among other things (like my clothes of the week scattered around everywhere and my suitcase from my Boston trip still sitting delightfully unpacked right next to my bed), that our moon and star doorway strand fell and was scattered dejectedly on the ground. Then I sat down on the couch and I noticed that the burning lights to unburnt lights is about 1:18. And the ones that are burning are definitely on their way out.

All this means one thing: it's time to move out of housing.

(This could also mean that we're doing a very shabby job of housekeeping, but I really prefer to blame the elements and the gods on this one)

However. HOWEVER. Mary Kate, Julie, and I have NO PLACE TO LIVE NEXT YEAR.

Realizing this throughout odd parts of the day either consoles me or puts me into an extreme state of panic.

This is basically all that's happening in the Central Time Zone.

Watch this commercial. Tell me what's wrong with it.

It's the one of the girl blowing the dandelion.

Something for you to do, Agi, in between checking my blog obsessively.

Here are some pictures.















My sister is wearing a crown because of a dinner banquet-y thing we went to with her friends earlier in the evening. Joe is rolling his eyes because my sister just said something really girly. And Joe things girls have cooties.





























Yeah, yeah, we don't have to point out that the princess got all the looks in the family.















So pretty much all it did in Boston was rain.




















If you pretend you rotate the picture 90 degrees clockwise, it is right-side up. This is what I call engaging your audience in your pictures.




















Oh. Then it rained some more.















Food porn. Before















After.















Then I met this gentleman named Oliver Ousterhout. He sucks at the wishbone game, but other than that, he is very nice, clever, and very handsome to boot. Oh. And he takes very, very nice pictures.

I'll send the pictures to my sister one of these days.

Ugh, my life is going to be miserable until the end of school. But fret not! I've been ok so far.