Quailtard

Well, Cheney finally apologized for shooting his friend in the face, so that presumably puts an end to this chapter of an otherwise stellar and glorious vice presidency. Anyone out there with wingless, legless animals in a pen and a liking for the arrangement of their own face, be wary if you hear that good ol' Dick will be in your area.

In news related to this story, thanks to the Daily Show, the word "quailtard" has been given an entry in Wikipedia. He said quailtard. Heh heh.

February has been chock full of holidays and birfdays. While I'm not a huge fan of all the commercial crap associated with Valentine's Day, I do enjoy a day that revolves around remembering those we love and appreciate. This year Bryan and I decided to exchange candy bars which is an affordable and delicious way to say "I love you." And President's Day weekend was amazingly relaxing and we got quite a kick out of exclaiming, "it's only Sunday, we still have another day off" and then figuring out what we would have been doing had we been at work on Monday. And the birfdays began with Bryan's cousin Erin's, followed up by my grandmother's, then Bryan's dad's and finally, Bryan's big 2-6. I tried to buy him an overcoat for his birthday but so far all he's gotten is a really, long uncomfortable coat that lost a button after 2 days, had a pocket tear after 5 days, and seems to be unreturnable because the salesman at Men's Warehouse doesn't understand that Bryan doesn't want this coat (even if the sleeves do fit, which is its one redeeming quality). We will attempt to give it back this weekend though replacing it with another coat that Bryan likes more, and that fits the monkey arms, has not proven to be an easy task. Friggin' 48 extra long - can't find that at Macy's.

This weekend ends the celebratingist month with the anniversary of our first date. In honor of this day, we will have the first meeting with the minister to talk about our ceremony, dumbly stare at the organist while she asks us which musical pieces we'd like played at said ceremony, and then round out the day with a half-hearted recreation of our first date. The first time, we had the option of drinking several beers and a bottle of wine and then getting on the T - this time we'll gaze longingly at other people enjoying several beers, have one glass of wine and the get in the car and haul our asses back to Framingham. It should be a great day.