'Exciting' reports from my life, which is now centered around a skinny little toddler who has turned my life upside down...for the better.
Hey, guess what? I met Nihao Maria (Jared's fiance) in a dream the other night. She was really nice and really friendly. I approve! We were in some park/tea house in China, and Jared was off at another table debating with some old Chinese guys about their chess game, although I think he was telling them about religion.
Usually us biologists can pull off being normal (to a certain extent), but once in a while, the fact that Dan and I are fully laboratorized (?) hits me like a blow in the head with a 2x4. Example: Last night, after an unproductive, kind of restless day in the lab, we were watching TV, and there was really nothing worth watching. The most interesting show we found was "The biggest loser", and as the name implies, yeah, the show's just another reality show taken down yet another alley. Anyway, the TV's off, and we're hanging out on the couch, and Dan decides that he has a hankering for some peppermint stick ice cream. OK... I was perfectly fine with going out to get some ice cream at 10 pm, but I was thinking maybe it would be nice (romantic, even) to throw in the idea of maybe taking a walk through the quiet neighborhood on the way to the store, or whatever. So I try to play along, asking how might we make this a little more of a date--his answer: well...we could stop by the lab and incubate my livers in sucrose? Bam. The romance was gone. We did end up getting peppermint stick ice cream and got Dan's livers (correction: livers of the mice he killed) soaking nicely in sucrose, but that was the extent of our 'date.' Oh well. I guess when you hand out wedding favors in plastic conical vials (properly labeled), you can't really blame anyone else for things like this.
