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Kids, above is my first successful batch of homemade English muffins.

Look! Those nooks and crannies? I made those!

My first attempt ultimately failed. I never got a chance to get to the actual cooking and the dough, which had been sitting in the refrigerator for two days at that point, seemed a little funky. So I just cut my losses and tried again.

The baby and I tried one and they are very, very good. I really can’t buy packaged English muffins anymore…which is kind of a bad thing since these were a tad time-consuming for a bumbler like myself.

The baby told us a few times over the last couple of weeks that he wanted a mohawk, so we told him that once school was done we would give him one. That was on the husband’s to-do list today.

Husband: ah mohawk failed. the baby just has a very short buzz

me: weak

Husband: yeah i tried to trim what would end up being the “long part” down to a slightly more manageable level and it was too short.
so i cut it all off

me: good job

Husband: just emailed you a photo

me: he’s bald

Husband: close
it is just very short
it looks better in real life

Che is not amused.

Nonchalantly melancholic yet oddly hopeful. And barefoot.

*as per Tracey’s request

I’m currently in the lobby of our hotel, gazing at the Renaissance Center and getting ready to go eat some artery-clogging breakfast after a luxuriously long night of sleep. Why am I so tired? Oh, because I spent about five hours in the emergency room of Henry Ford Hospital yesterday.

Nothing serious, just that the husband woke up yesterday with severe pain in his knee and didn’t know why. As far as the doctors could tell, it’s nothing serious, though they do think he has arthritis, which HAHAHAHAA UR OLD! He’s feeling much better today, just all hopped up on Aleve and dragging his leg along since it’s all wrapped up in an immobilizer.

I will say that the staff at Henry Ford are pretty awesome, so score one for Detroit there. Of course, spending time in a Detroit ER is, uh, an experience. I’m really, really glad that I have insurance, is all I’m saying and everyone needs it.

Aside, the local radio stations here are pretty rad. Right now I’m listening to “I Would Die 4 U” by Prince. At 10 a.m. On a Saturday. WTF?

Musically, I’m not sure what we’re getting into today/tonight. I believe we are going to the roller skating party, thought I’m already feeling embarrassed by my lack of skating skills. And, obviously, I’m not trying to spend more time in the ER this weekend.

Going to Detroit. brb.

LOOKIT.

It’s 2008 MOTEHR===F**KERS

ALSO: WHAT’S UP RADIOHEAD? BEIN’ ALL WEIRD

*falls*

Is Old Navy starting to sell spring clothes?

Fuck you, Old Navy. I got like six more months of winter here. Cute shit, though.

I am off of work for the next week and a half!

I turned 29 while riding in our car a little too fast just as the opening chords of Erykah Badu’s “Love of My Life” came on the radio.

Not too bad.

Going to court.

BRB.