05.31.10:
Now that is a salad. And that, in the background, is Alaina food poisoning herself.

05.30.10:
Wish we could open it.

05.29.10:
Grill pooping.

05.28.10:
Thank goodness the tax return came.

05.27.10:
That turned out nice.

05.26.10:
Someone's gotta get fired for this. I mean, c'mon!

05.25.10:
I'll try again.

05.24.10:
My new favorite cup.

05.23.10:
Grandma art. Literally.

05.22.10:
I don't buy spices in bulk anymore. Now what?

05.21.10:
Nope. That's not big at all.

05.20.10:
I couldn't even turn it over.

05.19.10:
Now they patch things up.

05.18.10:
Maybe not all the pink has to go.

05.17.10:
Oak hairs standing up.

05.16.10:
After going through the trouble of securing the dog, I'm the one who steps on the glue. Smart.

05.15.10:
The pink's gotta go. Because I won't allow SteakTaco to turn green.

05.14.10:
If dander is the devil, this must be its lair.

05.13.10:
All this from a window sill.

05.12.10:
We'll be sleeping here starting tomorrow.

05.11.10:
I'm getting better: it's on the bottom rack.

05.10.10:
This is about when I oven-cleanered the numbers right off.

05.09.10:
I just never learn.

05.08.10:
Anti-theft device.

05.07.10:
At least the island is done.

05.06.10:
What's the point of the guides if it's not printed centered?

05.05.10:
I was hoping he'd leave this frog.