It’s really been quite the weekend around these parts – there was rampant flirting! Accidental tabloids! Walking pigs! Near accidents! Hard-to-find video game conquests! Delightful new setups! Group noodity! Ninja rulers! BANANAS! I’m almost glad to go back to work tomorrow just so I can have a bit of a breather.

In amongst all the outside social activities, I’ve been busy working to get Banjo properly situated in my corner of the living room. I think I’ve about got it:

Yes, I realize the danger I’m in if an earthquake hits, but that’s part of the excitement of being me.

Tonight during the thrill-a-minute whirlwind laundry/groceries adventure, Ed and I were horrified to discover a People magazine in amongst our organic granola and scent-free laundry detergent. Neither of us particularly CARE about Jodi Sweetin’s meth-baby, so imagine our surprise when she appeared in our stuff. Somehow the magazine leapt off the rack and onto the belt

, and neither of us saw it being rung in. It’ll be a cold day on the sun when I pay $5 for a) shit “news” about celebrities, and b) shit “news” about celebrities I can read on the internets for free. We returned it. And now I have lunch money for tomorrow!

On Saturday night, the gang minus Reilly went to The Rugby Beach Grille on Broadway to celebrate Tanya and Corinna’s joint birthday dinner. It was a lot of fun – tasty (if impossibly slow) food, excellent people, and flirting. Ed spent most of the evening flirting with Gillian! It was so cute. Gillian’s adorable and if I had any flirting skills I would have been doing the same, but it was highly amusing to watch my husband get his 4th-grade-boy groove on.

A new store opened up in North Vancouver called NOOD, and it is completely awesome. Ed and I dropped in on Saturday after finding him some cool new frames (wood! paneling!), and we quickly found ourselves knee-deep in fancy bamboo towels of softy goodness. There’s a lot of really neat houseware-type-things in there, and after singing the praises of the funky new store the rest of gang decided to check it out after brunch today. Now we all have fancy towels. It is good to be dry. Oh, and store club members are called “noodists”. It’s funny because I’m always naked!

And now it’s time to put away the laundry! Hooray!

I am easily excited.