It was another sunny day in Connecticut yesterday and I spent it helping La Madre with small home improvements and assorted trash collection. We also threw away an entire bag of her shoes, which was a great celebration for me, but slightly painful for her. Madre has a slight shoe problem. We're working on it, one day at a time.

When I wasn't enforcing my role as the Shoe Czar, I wandered around the house and checked out the artifacts. My personal favorite is the shrine of photos of myself that I set up in my mother's living room. This is my senior year portrait, when I was 17. Lookin' sharp. I spent a lot of time getting my hair that high for that photo. Ah, 1995.


In 1991 I pasted a note on my bathroom because I was tired of having to wait for it in the morning. It's hard to see in this shot, but it reads, "Unless your name happens to be Pauline and you are of the female gender, under no circumstances may you use any of the bathroom facilities beyond this point. Thank you, The Management."


...because God forbid anyone used my Saved By The Bell body wash. Note that the scent is Zack-berry. I found it in the back of one of the cabinets. I told you her place was a time capsule. It's like This Old House meets The Royal Tenenbaums.