I do love to cuddle.

Jury is still out on "well behaved".

Glory Peep.

Happy Lent, y’all.  I missed getting ashes yesterday because the church in our neighborhood did not have an evening service.  Luckily, Ash Wednesday is not a holy day of obligation, so missing Mass yesterday will not be the reason I go to hell.  This, however, might be:

I am the artist.

Yes, those are stained glass Peep saints.  It’s probably a good thing there aren’t any Christian extremists terrorizing cartoonists around the world for portraying Jesus as a Peep, because a) I would be their next target and b) that would just be silly.  I suppose an explanation is in order, however, for this immaculate peepception. 

For the last few years, my sisters (without me because I was always far away) have participated in the Washington Post’s annual Easter Peeps Diorama contest.  This contest is one of those things out there that makes me believe that people (peeple…) are fundamentally good.  Just google it.  Lots of punny, good, clean fun.  My family’s favorite submission from last year was the finalist “Everyone Peeps.”  (I do think my idea for a “Governor Peep Peepie and the Bridgegate Scandal” diorama would have been a strong contender for the top prize.)

This year, my sisters didn’t think they were going to be able to schedule a weekend to meet and create a Peeps masterpiece.  We did, however, all find ourselves in Williamsburg last weekend to celebrate Erin and Peter’s engagement party and bridal shower…so my mom and Patricia thought, why not combine the wedding and Peeps festivities?  Thus, the “Erin and Peeper Wedding” diorama was born.  We presented it to Erin at the bridal shower on Sunday.  While I think everyone was amused and impressed (as they should have been), I think Peter’s family and friends may have been a little…confused.   

And they lived peepily ever after.

TWO, ah ah.

Apparently, a Google image search of "Count von Count" yields some humorous results.  Who knew.

The Count vs. Edward Cullen. 

The Count Mii!

Yes please.

California makes you soft.

Five-day workweeks are just exhausting.  Thankfully, my office works on a 9/80 schedule—that is, 80 hours of work in 9 days—that is, every other Friday off, BABY.  We’re very civilized here in San Francisco.  This week was my first full workweek on the job (thank you, Martin Luther King), so I am quite done in on this blustery Friday evening.  I will take this time to reflect on my job.

It’s hard to believe I’ve been here for four weeks already.  I’m definitely enjoying the change of pace at my new office.  I loved my little office in Houston, but I’ve found I really appreciate the range of projects and opportunities a larger office can offer.  Prime example: Breakfast Club.  On these Fridays when we find ourselves at work, those in the Breakfast Club take turns bringing in small breakfast feasts.  (Only members of the Breakfast Club are supposed to partake in the feasts, so of course I promptly joined.  Also, the number of Friday workdays combined with the number of people in Breakfast Club means members only have to make breakfast about once a year.) This morning, we had samosas, mango lassi, and fruit tart.  Delicious, even if I am a wimp and the samosas were a little spicy for me.  That’s what the lassi is for.  The standard for Breakfast Club is quite high, as far as I can tell, so the pressure will definitely be on when my turn to make breakfast arrives. 

Speaking of food, I have already gained a reputation at the office as a “cereal killer”.  Apparently I eat a lot of cereal.  As a nickname, however, I would prefer Cereal Girl, as it is one of my favorite Sesame Street music videos.  I have also been teased about my peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for lunch.  Back off my grammar school diet, Cali people. 

But really, I already love my coworkers.  I knew it was love when, at our volunteer day at a food bank last Friday, my rice-packaging team kept track of our completed boxes in the style of Count von Count.  (Von, AH AH AH.  Two, AH AH AH, etc) (So much Sesame Street in the post.)

It’s bedtime here.  I hope everyone has a lovely, restful weekend.  It’s supposed to rain all day tomorrow, but I still may go for a run in Golden Gate Park or start pulling up weeds in our backyard.  I want to get some plants in the ground and take advantage of the California growing season!  Yes, I am an old woman.

AH AH