So, it’s March break at The Abode.

That means I’m “babysitting” my kids and a friend’s kids today. w00t!

So here’s my plan:

Fill them up with espresso, and have them clean the whole house!

I’m taking back March Break bitches!

*Please don’t send Child Services to my house. The espresso pictures were staged – nobody touches my espresso! But they’ll still clean the house.

Well.

Once the first (Espresso) shot is fired, the plan goes out the window.
Some guy from some movie (I’m pretty sure)

I was going for that:

Nice and semi-automatic

But ended up going with this instead:

Really nice and fully automatic

Why did I go for a machine that costs twice the one I wanted? LovelyWife called it a Valentine’s Day gift.

Crap. That’s now what my gift to her will look like. Even after I special-ordered it straight from Japan.

First thing first: Today is Avitable’s birthday. Way back when, Hilly tricked me into believing that it was Adam’s Birthday when it wasn’t. But today I’m pretty sure it is Adam’s birthday. So go over there and wish Avitable the bestest birthday wishes ever. Doooooooooo it. Then come back and read the rest of this post. Please?

Thank you.

And of course: Happy Birthday Adam!

I’m considering moving the stove over about six inches to the right in order to accommodate this baby. My current espresso machine is about 3 inches narrower. That would require rebuilding the counter top, moving the upper and lower cabinets – nobody wants the stove not aligned with the range hood, right – and doing some electrical work.

Seriously, is this sexy or just plain dumb? You’re with me right? Nobody puts that baby in a corner…

The alternative is to get a new house. Unless you see another option?

Tomorrow, I’ll have the Orlando recap.

Today, I catch up on Real Life Stuff and Work Stuff, and drink Canadian coffee.

If I met you this last weekend and didn’t add you to my “Bloggers I have met” category, drop me a comment and I’ll add you.

I already miss you all.

Some guy just farted on me while waiting in line at Starbucks.

Seriously.

I can’t stop laughing.