1. fewer garden gnomes in the apartment.
2. new arrangements of furniture for the cats to pounce on things from.
3. moving something and finding a piece of paper with “I need a home” written on it.
4. less stuff.
5. increased desire to give away more stuff
6. most of the free notebooks were taken, which means that someone will write the next great American novel in one of them according to statistics.
7. new version of “drinking Jenga”
8. cats are demanding more frequent parties by psychically projecting the phrase “hands. hands. hands. pet. hands. hands. now. hands. hands. hands. pet. hands” into my head after being spoiled by everyone at the party.
9. liquor and food that otherwise would have gone to waste has now “gone back to nature”
10. Elliott Stevens singing “Happy Birthday Mr. President” because Jenga told him to.
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I wish I had managed to sing the whole thing. I had two chances to do it up right, but, on both occasions, I failed and had to suck my seltzer for consolation. And Amy did such a great job when it was her turn! (I don't know how I managed to forget the words to "Happy Birthday.)
Your blog is fantastique, Ben.
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