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First full game!

Blog kitt decided around 10:41 on 6 April 2005 to publish this:

Me: "How are you doing in the standings?"

Kris: "I dropped to eighth. But today is the first full games of day."

*pause*

Me: "Uh huh."

Baseball season starts today.

Blog Instead of being asleep at 00:35 on 3 April 2005, kitt created this:

Great.

Much to Kris' excitement and anticipation, the 2005 MLB season starts today.

Boston vs NY Yankees.

Oh joy. Must... contain... excitement.

Not.

How many?

Blog Yeah, kitt finished writing this at 17:13 on 2 April 2005

Me: "You know, I know our houses are exactly the same size.

From the garage:

Kris: How many?

Huh?

Me: What did you think I said?

Kris: I didn't hear what you said.

Me: Then why did you ask, how many?

laughing:

Through the microscope

Blog Instead of being asleep at 23:34 on 25 March 2005, kitt created this:

On our walk with the dogs tonight:

Me: "The moon looks like a full moon tonight."

Kris: "Yeah, it would look great through a microscope."

Me: "Really?"

It was funny at 1:00 am

Blog Posted by kitt at 10:35 on 22 March 2005

Last night, after watching another episode of Ultimate Fighter, a nominally bad, "mixed martial arts, reality, sports, non-event" series on Spike TV where 16 guys compete for a contract with the Ultimate Fighters Championship in Survivor-like challenges and beat-the-shit out of each other elimination rounds, Kris and I cleaned up the living room a bit. Note, I say, "nominally bad," but I watch religiously every week, Kris watches it with me, we'll be watching the finals on April 9th and don't think for one second I'm not paying the $40 Pay-Per-View fee to watch Coture and Liddell beat the crap out of each other in the Championship showdown on the 16th (go Coture!).

Whoops, side-tracked there.

I had recently rearranged the furniture and moved several pieces out of the living room, opening it up, making it look bigger. You could see the rugs in the room, for the first time in a long while.

While wandering into the space, marvelling we had so much:

Me: "Wow, look at all this open space. I think I should fill it."

Kris: "Therein lies the problem."

Kris then proceeded to show me just how nice having the extra space can be. He arranged a few of the couch pillows on the floor, and, stepping back, ran across the room, and took a flying leap into the pillows.

Although the first shot is my favorite, Kris was determined to get a good picture of himself completely horizontal.

I haven't laughed so hard in months. My stomach is still aching from laughter 12 hours later.

No, I spent it all on fish.

Blog kitt decided around 13:01 on 19 March 2005 to publish this:

Me: "Do we have enough money to put some away into an IRA this year?"

Kris: "No. I spent it all on fish."

Kris participates in a Fantasy Baseball league every year. Actually, two of them. One is drafted by email, another one is drafted by auction. In the auction one, each team manager (i.e. Kris is one) in turn calls out a player name, followed by an opening bid for that amount. All other managers are then allowed to call out higher bids until a high price is met, and the player is drafted onto the highest bidder's team.

Each manager has $260 for 23 players: 9 pitchers and 14 players.

Kris has been playing for a few years, each year refining his process for selecting a team. This year, he wrote a program to help him out. And, like all good software developers, he wanted to test his software in an as-close-to-real-as-possible situation. He invited several friends over for dinner, software testing and, time permitting, a game of Settlers of Cataan.

This morning we started getting ready for the group to head over. I cleaned up the house as Kris went to the store for fixings for salmon fajitas. When we had fajitas last, I used a little over a half of a pound of salmon for the four of us. It wasn't quite enough food, but it was close.

I must have forgotten that I used only half the fish I bought last time, or forgot to tell Kris how much it was, because when he returned, he had more fish than I was expecting him to have.

He had eight pounds of salmon.

Eight. Pounds.

Any idea how much eight pounds of fresh Wild Alaskan Salmon costs?

Yeah.

That IRA?

Maybe next year.