Things That Make Me Happy


I got back pretty from D.C. yesterday: pretty late, and pretty frazzled.  The reason behind this is that Mr. B and myself have, shall we say, I got back pretty from D.C. yesterday: pretty late, and pretty frazzled.  The reason behind this is that [Mr. B](http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k64p1q0TlLE/SwgNspUnzeI/AAAAAAAAAQI/yxZ-yNHEqxM/s1600/PIGpenish.jpg) and [myself](http://www.imaginaryfriends.com/images/MonkFinale.jpg) have, shall we say, philosophies on what constitutes a clean space and I spent all weekend trying to reconcile who I am as a person with the fact that I could not see the floor in our apartment.  So, in lieu of a real post on important things such as whether or not to beat your kids into playing the piano or how my grandfather is unimpressed with my lamp-purchasing skills,  I present you with some snapshots.

my grandfather wearing purple sunglasses:

The French fries and Mr. Langston Hughes at Busboys and Poets in Shirlington on Saturday:

The fact that SKRUG is even sketchier than I thought: