I can't stand the drain

Everyone knows Moos has dark, beautiful hair. I have the great pleasure of seeing it everyday -- in the drain.

Because it's strong and curly, Moos' hair refuses to go down the drain as it should. Rather, it coils up on top of the drain into a clump that I often pull up and throw away as part of my morning routine.

I quickly became accustomed to the ritual. I figure it's one of the few consequences of sharing a bathroom with a Wife. After two years of this, I hardly noticed the inconvenience until... Amanda moved in.

Now that I'm sharing a bathroom with TWO girls, I'm dealing with DOUBLE the drain hair.

Amanda's hair doesn't leave as great of a clump, but like a dusting of snow it's enough to talk about. She showers at night where as Moos and I shower in the morning (that reads inappropriate) so now I have drain hair in plain sight morning and night. I now associate drain hair with when I brush my teeth. Nice, huh?

I know the girls try to grab the hair after their showers, and I've heard of the "I stick the hair on the wall and swirl it" method of drain hair prevention. Still, there's nearly always a rebellious group of hair clinging to the purgatory between sanitary and sewage.

When Amanda and I move into the new house over the next few weeks, I imagine I'll see less drain hair. By design, Amanda's straight, brunette hair can't do the same damage as Moos' dark curly locks. And in an odd, clinically weird way, I might miss that... but probably not.

Tour de Seattle via Paolo

This weekend, Stu and Daisha came to visit from Indiana.

On Friday night, we went out to Black Bottle for dinner and Tango for dessert. We spent Saturday morning at Pike Place Market and toured the new house and Tacoma during the day. We ate dinner at Oaxaca in Ballard back in Ballard. Needless to say, we showed them a good time.

Who wants pictures?!

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Dead-tree birthday cards are the BEST

Aside from bills, I don't receive a lot of snail mail these days.

I mostly receive wedding invitations or save-the-dates for weddings. I guess I am at that age. I also receive the occasional "Happy (fill-in-the-blank)" cards from the dentist reminding me to schedule an appointment. Classic.

I received a dead-tree birthday card in the mail yesterday. Yes, a REAL birthday card, addressed to me and providing a time and location. Wow! The information was even handwritten. I was shocked because it'd been so long since I received a birthday invitation -- not an Evite, a real invitation.

To compensate for the birthday girl's good work, Amanda and I definitely have plans to make her party next Friday.

Best_applicant loses Best Job Ever

Well, I tried.

I tried applying for "The Best Job Ever." The job is a stunt by the Queensland Board of Tourism in Australia promoting a six-month stint paying six figures to a new island caretaker at the Great Barrier Reef. By offering the job, they've already attracted a ton of attention. Marketing job, well done.

Not a bad gig, huh? It's a sweet enough deal that I thought it was worth applying for. I also created an automated Twitter account at twitter.com/best_applicant.

Despite my best (half-ass) effort, I was not selected as a short-list finalist. Oh well, better luck next time. Here's the video I submitted: