parlor tricks to amaze your friends

oh we know, its been awhile. and we apologize. chrissy is still experiencing massive computer issues - its baffling that these machines basically run our lives, yet NO ONE CAN PROPERLY FIX THEM WHEN THINGS GO AWRY - and missy has been up to, well nothing really, but she's somehow still too busy to write. and bear, well he's been partying so hard lately that its become difficult for him to stare at the screen for more than a few minutes without losing his equilibrium.

so now its time to play catch up. some delightful and interesting new phenomenons have occurred as of late. missy's "no pants" revolution has taken off like seabiscuit, and we're quite proud about its progress. yes, that way of life may pose certain issues, but so far no one has abused it. and as the trend has yet to make it out of an apartment, we've yet to run into problems with the weather or the law. huzzah!

in further phenomenon news, chrissy discovered a fun new party trick the other evening - "how did this item get in my clothes?" first up, a peppermint candy. upon getting up from the couch, chrissy felt an odd little lump in her jeans. upon feeling around over the denim, she realized it was not something to run to webMD about, and headed off to the bathroom to investigate. lo and behold, an unwrapped peppermint had found its way into her pants leg. emerging from the bathroom, she presented the sugary evidence to the crowd, but none of her fellow couch-sitters would fess up to upwrapping the candy and subsequently shoving it down her pants - so we've yet to discover where it came from. magic! i hope david blaine is one of our regular readers.

ready for part 2? having worn a little red bike-reflector in the shape of a hand taped on her all evening, chrissy was dismayed when towards the end of the party, she found the reflective hand missing from its usual spot (stuck on her chest, above her wifebeater. classy!) on her person. after searching around on the floor and the couch to no avail, she said goodbye to her shiny new toy. upon waking up the following morning (er, afternoon), she dressed and as she slipped on her sneakers, felt something funny in the right one. eureka - there was the reflector, sitting in her shoe! again, no idea how it got in there, nor how chrissy made it home without feeling it. perhaps it has something to do with the numbing effects of alcohol.

here's a photo of the hand, as it may be hard for those less imaginative sorts to picture:

and after throwing around the p word so much earlier ("phenomenon", pervs) i hope you all have ll cool j's song stuck in your heads. i do, and its fantastic.