Guilty

I know I just wrote that whole post about shoo fly pie, but it looks like a hitch has screwed up our plans to get to Lancaster. Or several hitches actually, involving my underestimation of how long the drive is and how early the car rental place opens, and how far away Krista's PA relatives live, in addition to several other factors. I feel really guilty about not going, since everyone else who is going seemed really excited and encouraging, but I'm not sure what else we can do. I can't believe I spent a month perfecting a pie recipe I'll never make again. Jennie felt bad and wrote to me that we'd have our own pie contest. "But with good pies," she added. So, I'm bummed. Luckily, Dave will be there to capture the pies in all their glory. All these events need a good blogger!

There's a brownstone in Park Slope that always decorates for the holidays with giant blow-up toys in the front lawn. The usual holidays are represented: Christmas, Easter, Halloween. But they also go all out for St. Patrick's Day, Valentine's Day, the 4th of July. Everything. They probably have a bare lawn less often than a decorated one. A bunch of us were walking by the brownstone a few days ago and from far away it looked like they had a bear or something dressed up in black. "Huh," I thought, "A graduation bear?" But as we got closer, it became very clear that it wasn't a cap and gown I was seeing, but a little leather jacket and hat. On a giant plush pig. With a pride necklace. Who would've guessed that the cheesy decoration house was also a gay pride house? I kinda love it.

We're back in the office, but the renovations aren't so much done. Which means I'm doing a lot of work over loud hammering and sawing. Tomorrow they are sanding drywall and I can't tell you how excited this makes me. We still have some medical masks leftover from the anthrax scare, and my boss only half jokingly offered them up for us to use. Anyway, the whole operation, with filing cabinets being out of place and weird things piled on my desk, has made me feel very disjointed and like I can't concentrate on things like, say, blog entries very well. I also can't watch hilarious videos like this one.

Okay, this shouldn't be as funny as it is. Someone actually gets hurt here. But, um, listen to the ow sounds. And notice that the reporter does a little cheat stomp right at the end, which contributes to her getting hurt. Now watch it one more time. Oh, it's so wrong but SO FUNNY.