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"By now I am sure you have had enough time to imagine not only the possibilities of events, but also the anticipated sights and sounds of your upcoming trip to Seattle that come with it. We will wake up with coffee every morning. (Starbucks!) We will also sip some before bed. (more Starbucks!)  We will wear our flannels and our torn jeans. (Let’s find Pearl Jam!).  Showers will be reserved for the most desperate of situations. (welcome to hipster and hippie nation!) And of course we will only eat sushi with an otherwise strict vegetarian diet. (I hug trees and so can you!)

Well, you will be arriving on a Thursday night. I of course will be bound to one more half-day of work; however this will not stop us from having a little “Welcome to my new Homeland” dinner.

Below is a list of ideas that have entered into my brain the past couple weeks. They are not in any specific order, but if you can guess which order, well, then you win!"

Can you find the leprechaun in this picture?

Answer is below.

Haha. There is no leprechaun in the picture above!

You wasted your time!

The Biggest Grapfruit You'll ever see... maybe.

25cents

I lost a quarter on the bus today.
I really wanted to find it as it was the the only true ambition I had all day.

A banana (doesn't) split

I struggle. These playful bananas in my apartment have their own clandestine society, I swear.

For as long as I can remember, peeling a banana was simple: Grab the stem, snap back, and pull down. Take a bite - Yum!

Not in Seattle however. They dont work that way -- not for me anyway, and it's uber-annoying.

I cannot open a banana from the top the way normal human beings do so. I even try to pierce the fruitful skin at the base of its stem with my thumbnail (hoping to improve the physics of the process) as I attempt to peel it with no luck. (yuck?)

After a short fight, I recall a lesson from what was either a trip to the zoo, or a Discovery Channel program, I turn the banana over and squeeze the bottom end to watch the sweet goodness inside appear.    :)

Picture Perfect Day

Monday

I smell a brew of dew and budding trees -- It's the morning air.  My eyes open, but at first I see nothing, nothing. Slowly my eyes focus. Don't get your hopes up, it's only the bare ceiling. White, flat and lonely. It looks down from above at every laugh, every bit of excitement, and every frustrating breath exhaled into the apartment. I cannot hide from it.  I roll over and she is gone. I know it is early because my muscles reach back to the bed. Where is she? Was she ever hear? WhaWhat day is it?

A weekday.

Whew, she is in the shower.

:)