Almost famous.

Celebrities, playlists, lists in general. All things I love. Sadly sometimes celebrities have really awful celebrity playlists. And sometimes they even include themselves on their playlist. Bad form, Jack.

Based purely upon my playlist I'm pretty sure I would make an incredible celebrity.

So here is my "If I were a celebrity" playlist. Enjoy. Or don't.

1) Stick with Me Baby ... Alison Krauss and Robert Plant
2) Headdress ... Amazing Baby
3) Neighborhood #2 (Laika) ... Arcade Fire
4) Laundry Room ... The Avett Brothers

5) Take your Medicine ... Cloud Cult
6) Jesus ... Brand New
7) Lost Cause ... Beck
8) When I'm with You ... Best Coast
9) Howl ... Black Rebel Motorcycle Club
10) Bruises ... Chairlift
11) Concert Pitch ... Empire of the Sun
12) Lolita ... Lana Del Rey
13) Soundtrack 2 My Life ... Kid Cudi
14) Knocked Up ... Kings of Leon
15) I Remember ... Yeasayer
16) I and I ... Bayside
17) Anyone's Ghost ... The National
18) Just Once in My Life ... The Righteous Brothers
19) No One's Gonna Love You ... Band of Horses
20) Cemetery ... Say Anything
21) Phantom Limb ... The Shins
22) Common Reactor ... Silversun Pickups
23) Run ... Snow Patrol
24) Heartlines ... Florence + The Machine
25) This is Why We Fight ... The Decemberists

Playing with Fire.

Hello world, it's been awhile.  Everything is pretty status quo, so not much was missed.

Jokes. A few things happened. Like I adopted two guinea pigs and I had the best party ever so far.

Anyway, I think it's time to discuss the hazards of fire and judging others.

Others being me.

Others sometimes don't like to do the dishes. Or get out of bed before nine. And they may not be entirely logically sound.

And then there are other others (not me) that like to clean everything all the time. And like to do before nine more than the original others (me again) do in their entire day. It is an other other that caused me to hide my dirty dishes in my relatively unused oven before they visited my apartment at 8:30 am. Which is before nine.

Now let us journey into the future. A frozen pizza is purchased. Red Baron, as it were. The king of frozen pizza.

Some days later AJ announces he is coming home for lunch and pizza sounds good.

So, being the darling and sweet wife that I am, I preheat the oven. And then putter around our apartment doing things that I do. Time and logic have recently abandoned me due to a series of events that may be discussed in the future. So at an unknown time later I smell smoke.

I mosey into the kitchen to discover that thick black smoke is pouring out of my oven. Confused, I open the oven door and am unreasonably surprised to find my dishes. On fire. Not little baby flames, but actual flames.

I contemplate calling 911, but I envision the embarrassment of having to explain my conniving, so much more embarrassing than burning down our entire apartment complex (especially considering that one of our neighbors actually lives in her apartment because she is waiting for her house to be rebuilt because it burned down in a wildfire). So much less embarrassing. Obviously.

So I called AJ instead.

And he laughed at me. Actually laughed.

Luckily for my little panic attack prone heart he had just pulled into our apartment complex parking lot. So he put out the fire. And everything was okay again. Except for the handles on some of my knives. Sadly, they were beyond repair.

The point of all this is to say that one, I am incredibly lazy and two, judging is bad. Stop it. Also, welcome back.


*note* Yes, I noticed the multiple changes from present to past tense and so forth. Yes, I realize how annoying that is. Please see point #1.