Wednesday, July 05, 2006
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He's Stuffed. Get It? Ho Ho!
Newlywedhoodism is no walk in the park, kids. It's hard work. I mean, sure I've been out of the house for the last two years; I know how to separate my whites and colors. I managed alone just fine! (That's right. No roomates. No one could stand me for very long. I'm serious.) However, since I got married, I've been sharing living space with someone else. Zack. Yeah. That guy.
Which translates to: no more living off of stolen bagels and Diet Red Bull. I have to appear normal and like, buy food. Shit.
So we go shopping. It's a team effort, as the following photographs will clearly demonstrate . . .
Zack describes the intricate courtship rituals of the giant Pacific cuttlefish
How refreshing! An opportunity to expand my culinary horizons!
"Hey honey, we'd better get some of this for those evenings when our schedules conflict."
So simple, even a child could use it!
Before we left, we rearranged some stuffed animals. See? He's giving the sheep the Heimlich maneuver!
I'm not sure whether or not we left with anything useful, but we sure had fun. And that's all that really counts. Until you're hungry.
