Lis's Project 365

and this, boys and girls, is why you don’t go sticking your fingers into animals’ cages. let that be a lesson to you.

the animal, by the way, was a ferret.

This is the Metro Cafe, where I often go for lunch. They’ve got subs, salad bar, hot lunches, pizza and some tasty cookies. A lot of people who work in the area go there, but the lines always move pretty quick, and the food is tasty.

This is the Mass. Pike at 5:45pm. The strange thing here is that it’s the inbound side that’s all backed up, and the outbound side is fine.

A bunch of us got together to watch the season finale of Lost. As usual, it left more questions than it answered.

Our friend Sabrina gave us a housewarming gift of a jar of cookie mix–all the ingredients were in the jar, except for eggs and butter. Our plan was to make them tonight and bring them to the Lost finale party that Sabrina and Michael are hosting tomorrow.

But we lost power. Figuring that people were making cookies long before they had mixers, we went ahead and mixed up the dough. We can bring it over tomorrow and bake the cookies fresh.

I have absolutely no idea what these are. None.

Our front hall doesn’t really have any place to hang coats. I suggested we get one of those bench things with little coat rack on the top–these are called hall trees, I recently learned. Anyway, what we’ve done instead is buy a bench off CraigsList (best thing ever!), and we’ll hang a set of pegs on the wall above. This will do the job just fine, and for a whole lot less cost.

One of the nice things about our new house is the azalea bushes in front of the porch. They are just starting to bloom…

Went back to the Orange Store for the, what, 87th time this week. This time, I was getting blinds. Our bedroom currently has roman shades, which I don’t love anyway, but certainly not in the awful print they are in. Venetian blinds will allow us to let in the sun, but still maintain privacy.

The man at the store was very nice; this is him measuring and cutting them for me.

Why is it so hard to get all the paint off your hands? I’d already washed them three times when I took this picture.