Our New Chair or; How I Learned to Love the Atomic Bomb (a post by Lee)

When Anna Marie moved in, I realized I was ill-equipped for her computer’s presence in my life. While our desk was big enough to fit both of our computers, the lack of a second chair made things a little more complicated. Attempts at using a butterfly chair in the stead of an office chair proved inadequate. So we scoured the area, in hopes of scoring another chair.

Meanwhile, a GWU graduate student who just finished her studies and was clearing out of her campus living situation was hosting a sale to get rid of all of her furniture and pashmeenas. Our stars thankfully aligned, and we sauntered over to our new friend’s apartment on a sunny morning.

Upon arrival, we were immediately satisfied by Our New Chair, taking turns sitting on it. We were on our way to head home with our new purchase, when a radiant display of pashmeenas also for sale was presented to us. We snatched a lovely pink one, declaring this venture doubly victorious.
We, after exchanging pleasantries, marched home with our new goodies.

On the way home, a screw falls out of Our New Chair, and we encounter some difficulties trying to get it to raise or lower. As we stood there pondering whether or not we’d been sabotaged by our new friends, some girls passed by. One of them, who looked strangely similar to Kate Denning, laughed at our debacle and said, “Good luck.”

Lee: You know, that’s the eighth girl this week we’ve seen that looks like Kate Denning.
Mar: There’s a little bit of Kate Denning in everyone I see.

Eventually we got the chair figured out, concluding it only had a temporary malfunction and our new friends were honest, and continued homeward.

I had to, of course, take a break halfway through the journey and have a photo shoot. Always necessary.

We made it home (all 3 blocks away) without further incident. Remarkable for us, really.

celebrity spotting. (a post by Anna)

On Thursday June 25th, I received a noteworthy phone call from a friend, notifying me of a nearby movie filming. I spent approximately 2 minutes debating the potential of this phone call as a prank, but ultimately couldn’t risk missing a celebrity encounter. Immediately following the call, Abby McKenna, Lee, and I fled eagerly to the scene.  Our efforts proved to be fruitful and during our 5 minute stay on the set, we saw Reese Witherspoon and Paul Rudd!!! MISSION ACCOMPLISHED.

When it rains, it pours. (a post by Anna)

On a sunny Friday after a leasurely walk through Georgetown, we began to mosey back home on what would become an unforgettable five-minute journey.  Alterations in atmospheric conditions changed drastically from light sprinkles to us literally being blown about the streets and beaten by ice pellets in a massive hail storm.  During one of our more attractive moments, we took these photos.

The Squirrel Incident. (a post by Lee)

Today, Anna Marie reported for a one-day stint near the White House. Because I wasn’t up to much, I headed over there to have lunch with her. We found a cute little park near her office, and settled down to enjoy some homemade sandwiches.

Apparently we were not the only ones eager to eat our lunch, however; within minutes, a rather curious squirrel approached us. It became, in fact, uncomfortably close to us.

[The squirrel is about 3 feet from Mar at this point.]

Anna Marie: I’m getting nervous about this squirrel. Don’t they have rabies?

Lee: Oh, it’s fine. It won’t get close.

[The squirrel scampers over to my side of the table, standing a daunting 2.5 feet away from me.]

Lee: Mar. Mar! I’m getting ag[ita].

Anna Marie: I know! That’s what happened to me!

[The squirrel jumps up onto one of the benches and hops immediately off, while we scream.]

Lee: I’m gonna cry! I’m gonna cry!

[The squirrel is now on a tree branch, peering dangerously over my shoulder.]

Anna Marie: Let’s move!

At this point, we wrap all our food up, and run as fast as we can away from the squirrel. An available table nearby presented itself to us, and we cautiously set up camp there, our eyes darting back and forth between our food and our rodent nemesis.

Anna Marie: Don’t make eye contact with it. It’ll think we like it.

Lee: I’m scared.

The squirrel was standing on top of our first table, scouring for any crumbs we may have left behind. We sat stiffly, trying to make conversation compelling enough that we’d be distracted from our terror.

Then it came for us.

Squealing and on the brink of tears, we scampered all the way across the fountain, to the other side of the park. Safe – or so we thought. After ten minutes of pleasantries, another squirrel approached. This time, he also brought multiple bird friends, who flew about us and pecked near the ground.

Lee: We’re Cinderella!

Anna Marie: Is every squirrel here like this?!

Horror-stricken, we kept our eye on the squirrel as it circled closer and closer to us. After two failed attempts at appeasing it with bread morsels, we chucked three slices of banana at it.

Anna Marie & Lee: Stay away!

The thing is, when it stood there eating the banana, it was actually kinda cute. We admired for a moment, then traipsed away.

We’ve been a little psychologically scarred, as evidenced by the fact that we now tense up and cling to each other every time we pass a squirrel on the sidewalk. But maybe with some therapy and the support of our loved ones, we will be able to move on.

Learning to Cook with Lee Mimms

If you know Lee, you may remember she’s a reeeeeally good cook.  I supervise to ensure she doesn’t burn down the kitchen.  Here’s our first episode of a new series entitled “Learning to Cook with Lee Mimms”:

And with the finished product:

Check here for Episode 2.