I told myself over and over that we would post everyday. Since it has been almost 4 days since my last post, I have come to the realization that I lie to myself. It could be the fact that Dan and I are not exciting people. But I’ll place all the blame on him.
We saw Die Hardest and Die Forever, or whatever the new Die Hard movie is called. I should preface this by saying that I greatly dislike Bruce Willis. It could be his acting, it could be his monotone voice, or it could just be his face. I’m not sure which is the culprit. I am convinced he knows this since he called the Disney tour line once while I was working and paid me a compliment to my supervisors. Bastard.
Anyway, the movie gets 4 stars. It would have been 3 because of Mr. Willis but Justin Long was in it, which gave it a bonus star. I like Justin Long so much that I stop fast forwarding Tivo whenever I see a Mac commercial. His panic makes me laugh.
The movie I am most excited to see is Hairspray. My friends are either stereotypical males or not into flamboyant musicals, so no one else wants to see it. Since Dan has the privilege of being married to me, he has no choice. Jason and David told him he was “taking one for the team” since I told them that if I saw it on Friday, I would not make them go with me on Saturday. Needless to say, Dan is now their hero.
My next blog will be better, I promise. I have an exciting paper mosaic project planned for this weekend and I’m making Dan make me a headboard. He doesn’t know it yet, so don’t ruin the surprise.

After that, David’s ego was bruised, so he ordered a whiskey sour in an apparent attempt to remind us that he is indeed manly. She brought back a whiskey sour with foam bubbling on top, and a very large garnish of pineapples, a strawberry and many little swords. This ensured her an even larger tip. I attempted to take a picture, but David yanked it out of his drink faster than I could grab my camera.

Note the garnish in the empty martini glass-that was originally in his drink.

This is David, trying to absorb the fact that he is drinking a whiskey sour with foam. I apparently did not take any pictures of Jason that night. I pretended to, while I attempted to get photos of the hot girls sitting at the bar so the guys could see what they looked like. I am a great wingman.

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The other part of my weekend was celebrating Dan’s birthday! It’s not until Tuesday, but my parents wanted to make him dinner. This is him, pretending to be thrilled about the fact that they gave him my first pair of baby shoes. It was a not so subtle hint that they are expecting grandkids soon.

I’d like the record to show that the bag was originally from me to my dad for father’s day. Isn’t it cute?

A better picture of his gift from me. Isn’t the wrapping divine? And, in case you are wondering, my ultra-romantic gift to him was a vacuum sealer. He’s wanted one forever, so it’s not my fault I got him a weird gift.

And, as a side note, my camera sucks. I would like to request a new one from a certain husband who reads this blog but never posts or comments on it. He shall remain nameless to protect him from the blog nazis.

I have a bit of a fetish when it comes to office supplies. I love them. Love. Them. I could spend hours in a Staples, Office Max or in Target’s office supply section. My favorite part of school was buying all the new stuff.

Since I now have an office job, I thought it would be the perfect excuse to buy cool office supplies. Unfortunately, cool office supplies are not cheap and I cannot convince myself that I should spend the company’s money on stuff just because it is cute.

You, however, are more than welcome to spend your money on cool office supplies for me.

Like these bookends.

Or these cute file and greeting card organizers. They have little application in the workplace, but they’d be super cute at my desk at home. It might even convince me to become organized with my greeting cards and bills. But I doubt it.