297: Buy a vowel

I enjoy Scrabble and Words with Friends, I do, but these tiles were just ridiculous.

168: Blerg.

Nursed a migraine all afternoon.  Nothing even remotely witty or coherent to say.  Blech.

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087: Dollars and cents

Did my civic duty and filed my taxes today.  I'll be looking forward to a refund equivalent to my last paycheck.  Also, I didn't realize that I am technically poverty-stricken, but my income for all of 2010 was a four-digit number.  Crikey.

Trufax.

062: Sticker shock

Filling up the tank yesterday was a painful experience, even at discount Costco gas prices. The price at BP went up ten cents within an hour, and gas in the 'burbs (and in the Midwest) isn't nearly as pricey as it could be. Thank goodness my car 1) has a teeny gas tank, and 2) gets really good mileage. Still, I get the feeling this is going to get a lot worse before it gets cheaper.

060: Meh

Tuesdays are always sort of a wash. Today was particularly lackluster; the most interesting thing that happened was the afternoon express bus running fifteen minutes late. The weather was pretty good, but nothing spectacular or awful. Tuesday night TV has been boring since I fell seven weeks behind on The Good Wife (I'll get around to clearing the DVR soon, really...) and we eat salmon every Tuesday in my house, so even dinner isn't a surprise.

This, I suspect, is a First World Problem.

There's only one course of action to be taken: giggle at these photos, then set up a chat-date with an out-of-town friend.

both via We Heart It

Check and check.

030: #*@%^$&!!!

Woke up to a tap tap tap this morning, pulled back the curtain to see what it was, found windowsill covered in water.

The ice dams have finally had their revenge.

This is the state of my bedroom window shortly after finding the second leak:

(The threadbare beach towel blocks splatter when the water hits the already-wet towels on the sill.)

One of the initial five insidious water drops has dried up, leaving these four...

...but then the sun came out and the quickly-melting ice started dripping outside and sneaking in through the gaps on the other side of the window.

This is the situation under the eaves.

Curse you, Mother Nature and builders of the 1960s.  If only there were a picture that summed up my feelings about this development.

Oh, look.  There it is.