Not a Single Sock Matched

Can someone explain this?

I know the mates were in this load...

The Sick House

Our weekly purchases have consisted of: a thermometer, soup (chicken noodle and minestrone), Nyquil, Dayquil, Motrin, Mucinex and orange juice. When I went through the cashier she looked at me and said, "someone must be sick!" No, lady, I'm buying ingredients to make crack for my cat. Why do cashiers always state the obvious when they check out your stuff? Like the other day, I attempted to go to work for longer than hour but was ultimately sent home because I couldn't stop coughing, so I was craving some orange juice and grapenuts (not together, ew).  I also bought bananas and milk and other breakfast-y stuff.  The cashier, as she beeped my stuff over the check stand asked, "Breakfast?" Duh, Captain Obvious. I don't know if they say these assanine things simply because they want to have something to talk about or they're wanting to display their exemplary deduction skills but, if you are a cashier - stick to things like the weather. Anyway, I digress.

Last weekend I started to come down with a nasty, nasty little bug which included a fever that hovered anywhere from 99.9 to 101º for four days. Then came the coughing, wheezing and general chest rattling. Then, the nonstop sneezing.  Soon to follow was Vin. What was sad was we were miserably huddled together on the sofa, hacking, sneezing and temperature checking during the work week that was filled with beautiful weather. There is evilry afoot here.

As I'm starting to get out of it, Vin's wrapping up his fever days and has more congestion to look forward to. Sorry!  So we've finally finished off the second season of Farscape (need number 3! And season one would be helpful, too - heh), watched a DVD we had on Netflix and numerous shows on daytime television. By my calculations Vin should have one to two more days of fever before that starts to go away and full chest congestion starts up again.

When Vin came home on Wednesday mid-day because it was slow at work and he wasn't feeling good anyway, we had taken his temperature with a crappy digital thermometer that didn't display all the numbers correctly. I thought it had read 105º. Panicking I called our neighbor to see if she had one, and to our relief it was only 101.5º. Whew!

So, if anyone's been wondering where the heck we've been - that would be where and why. And as a side note - you'll probably want to continue to stay away from us for a while.

Oh, and in other news - chopped my hair off! Don't laugh at the picture, I had just woke up from a nap. 

Update on Tuesday, March 11, 2008 at 09:27PM by Skinny Monkey

It is so unfair that Vin is way better before I am! But, I'm glad at least he's doing much better. From my upward mend I expected him to still feel crappy at least until Wednesday - but no! He went back to work on Monday (so did I).

Coming off of an illness and having to deal with Daylight Savings? Just cruel.

We Photo Blog

Hold on to your butt - we're getting technical! Check us out here where you can get a photo journal of daily happenings.  Photo storage doesn't always work on these here blog thingies so we'll be posting pictures here, too.

Requiem of a Car

Poor Cracker. Yes, we name our vehicles. They're family members too! If it weren't for them we couldn't ever visit you, go on vacation, hell - go to work! We depend on our poor cars and run them until they won't run any more. Our vehicular family consists of Boomer (the Blue Beamer - which if you really combined the two words, Boomer would actually be Bloomer, and that's just not right), Theo, the invincible red Dodge Powerwagon (POWERwagon - hee!) truck and Cracker, the white Honda. And yes, it is what it means.

Cracker has been through many - let's say, modifications (as if it were Bionic. "We have the technology!"), and in its prime was able to take many a challenger off the line.  Recently it has not been in the best of health. Personally, I think it's angy we brought Boomer home. And that Boomer gets wash on a regular basis.  And gets driven every day. And receives unrequieted love from its parents. So much has Cracker become obsessed with this jealousy it has finally gone kapput.

Now, I don't pretend to understand the mechanical world of gears and valves and pistons that Skinny is so familar with and can speak at ease as if it were a second (or first?) language. Something having to do with air passing exhaust valves and pistons not doing what they should. But, perhaps with a lot of extra money, we'd be able to fix it - but right now, Cracker is DOA.

The sad thing was, we were starting to bring Cracker back into commuting rotation as we had put over 18,000 miles on Boomer in LESS THAN A YEAR. The average person is supposed to drive 10,000 to 12,000 a year? Us, being the overachievers we are decided to break that 'standard' and blast through an additional 6,000 miles.  Lovely!

So, Taps is playing for Cracker. Skinny and I were sad yesterday after he performed a few hours of surgery and finally made the decision to let poor Cracker go.  You were so good to us, Cracker! One day you will ride again! If not in Honda Heaven, then rebuilt.

We've Moved!

And actually, no we haven't. You're actually witnessing the birth of a blog and website dedicated to and for Mic 'n Vin, family and friends.  Expect to see such exciting posts detailing the repair of the storm-damaged fence! Or read about the harrowing life of Ferris, the Indoor (Spoiled) housecat as he battles such monsterous entities like the Blankie Monster.

We all know that sometimes picking up the phone is an inconvience - and if you're super conscious (read: antisocial) like us, you might be worried you're interrupting someone's dinner with a pesky dinner-time phone call just to see how ya'll are fairing.  Which is why we decided to move forward with this site. This is not to replace good ol' fashioned communication, but it's a place for everyone to check-in at their convience (and boredom) to see what's going on at the Camp Smith.

We came up with skinnymonkey.com because it combines both of our nicknames. Those of you that know us, know who is who and why those nicknames stuck. For the rest of you - it'll bore you to tears, so move right along. It's like one of those inside jokes - you had to be there to get it. Don't worry your pretty little head over it.

Our humor is dry, campy and corny. If it offends you, suck it up. If it makes you laugh our work here is done.

Please be patient with us while we work all the bugs out of this site. Currently it's a trial run. Hopefully, if we get enough of you visitin' we'll keep it around. Hope to see you all soon, and hope you have fun while you make a temporary stop on your travels through the ether.  If we stick with this, expect to see reviews of books and movies, updates on school and work and other happenings and pictures soon to come of everything we call home.