While Joe watched some snooze-fest on Charlie Rose tonight, I diagrammed our refrigerator door. I’m not necessarily proud of this. In fact, there were a million other more productive things I could’ve, should’ve done. Ah well. At least now you know I have a framed photograph of my fiancé with his dentist and dental hygienist on the fridge. (And yes, they’re posing with balloons.)
Note: This is just the top of my fridge. There’s an entirely different collection of crap on the bottom.