floating in the toilet

we got back to matt's house the night before last and there was a small brown mouse half dead swimming in pee in his toilet. we don't know how it got there but flushed it three times to be safe. perhaps it's all the horror films we've been watching.

i made chana masala and the smell of strong curried spices wafted out the front door onto tree street. we played clockcleaner and spooky music out the window and matt wore a creepy mask to greet tiny children wearing fake muscle chest plates. one little boy came up to the house and forgot what to say so his dad whispered "trick or treat" in his ear so i would know he wasn't coming by to bring us the mail. i believe we presented a very intimidating house to the world.

i got two new jobs.

running late

the other day matt had to use an example during a lesson on superlatives or something along those lines. he was talking about favorite songs and one 6th grader asked what his was.

"You know that song 'Holland Tunnel Dive'? That's my favorite song," he stated.
"Does Rhianna sing that?"
"No, it's by Implog, anyone ever hear of them?"

duckfat

"It's very nice to hear from you, but I don't like hearing you were fired. Let me fire the person who fired you!"

flipside

i lost my job which only makes this year harder. going home tomorrow for a little bit

fairytale in the supermarket

i moved into the third and a half floor of a west philadelphia house built in 1900. the half stands for my towering lofted bed. it makes my tiny room feel bigger, but i still haven't gotten around to procuring a desk and a chair so we sit on pillows on the floor below. i have a big window sill that needs plants and i can see into my neighbor's house but i try not to look in too much.

places butter has lived: maine, NY, NJ, pennsylvania

i work at a beer/wine/cheese restaurant in center city where i have to sort of dress up when i go to work. they are filling my brain with lots of wine knowledge and that's pretty cool. tasting things means you spit out things that taste good because you don't want to get too buzzed to realize what you're tasting. you also don't want to be drunk at work later.

we went to cape may last weekend for alex's birthday. his mother made us homemade blintzes with farmer's cheese and blackberry compote for breakfast and the agran boys sang barbershop for us music lovers, as alex's dad called us. the beach was perfect but the waves were a little too scary for me. this time of year brings dangerous currents and huge waves. careful!