ET, our humming, glowing, failed plant grower with his few sad sprigs of limp herbs is finally out of our kitchen.

Parting is such sweet sorrow. Not.
Now we can devote ourselves to important pursuits, such as:
Why is our toilet running? (No, this is not a prank phone call.)
What should we design for spring fling shirts?
(Mr. Darcy?

Derek Todd and Pablo?
Evan "Technically Perfect" Lysacek?
)
When will Jordy go to Costco for new
slippers? (Will she buy in bulk?)
And other incredibly important considerations. Stay tuned.
In other news, Jordy found a rake.