we did a surprisingly good job at painting the new apartment, with the help of baby boy berger. we have a purple wall. we have a greyish blue wall. we have a yellow wall. and while it may sound to you like i'm describing the inside of a kindergarten, please note that we did not paste the alphabet on the wall. we did not glue on numbers or popular animals. and, yes, it looks extremely awesome.

makes me want to throw a dinner party.

i had qualms about painting. major concerns included: paint spills, tired arms, ruined clothing, sloppy trim jobs, death by accidentally drinking from the paint can instead of a pepsi can, sitting in a tray of paint and then proceeding to sit down on the carpet (which would leave a butt-print on the floor, or a series of butt-prints if we kept moving), and opening the paint cans and finding out that they're filled with rattlesnakes, not paint.

but, alas, all went well.

we're very excited about this new place. upon leaving, chris said, "grab my gatorade. it's by the bar."

i responded, "which bar?" which made us both giddy since we now have a plural amount of bars. you got your wet bar, you got your breakfast bar.... and, yeah, well, that's it. but two bars is pretty good, for a baby.

in other news, i bought the sunday chicago tribune. such a massive paper, it is. you need a wheelbarrel just to get it home. so after i returned the wheelbarrel to my neighbor, linda, i started to weed out the sections i'm not going to read. and then i realized: it ain't such a big paper after all.

ah, that mother goose and grimm gets me every time.