no socks

so i have to tell this story. for the last few weeks mark has been dropping not-so-subtle hints that he wanted me to buy him some dress socks. (since he wore carharts and tennis shoes every day at his last job, he has never needed dress socks and he probably owns like three pairs) so anyway, every night for like two weeks, we'd be getting ready for bed, and he'd go, man, i really need some dress socks. and i would say, why don't you buy some. basically he wanted me to do this errand for him. but i never did. so the other day he was getting ready for work and didn't have any clean socks, so he wore his boat shoes, without socks, thinking that this would be fine. he gets to work and basically all of the guys there let him have it. they're all in their 50s or 60s. they were like, mark, did someone tell you it was casual Friday or something? and, are you looking for the flooring department? (because apparently the guys don't dress as nice down there) then later they were in a sales meeting and at the end, the guy leading the meeting asked if anyone wanted to recognize anyone else- meaning for a job well done. and one of the guys goes, i'd like to recognize mark flanders, for not wearing any socks today. so basically mark left the office that day, drove to tj maxx and bought some dress socks. and he said the lady who was the cashier looked down at the socks and looked back at him and said, i have never in my life seen a man buy his own dress socks.

remember this?

this is for everyone who was at this party two summers ago. for those who weren't- a bunch of us were hanging out and all the sudden, (is it 'all the sudden' or 'all of a sudden' or 'all of the sudden'? who knows. it's a doggy dog world.) mark went into the pool and started splashing around like he couldn't swim. our friend mason stripped down to a speedo and ran, jumped in and "saved" him. the video's a little dark so it's kind of hard to tell what was going on. but it was hilarious.

welcome to the neighborhood

well, we are now living in the new house and getting adjusted to living about thirty minutes away from all our friends. i would say that being farther from friends is the only negative i can find to living here. our neighborhood is awesome and has some quirks. one being that the city does not pick up our trash because we do not pay city taxes so we had to hire an independent trash pick up service. "he's an independent communications consultant. which means he's unemployed." (what movie?) anyway- our trash can got delivered the other day and i went out to look at it and on top it said No Hot Ashes in huge letters. But I thought it said No Hot Asses. Which I thought was hysterical and laughed at for about ten minutes. Yesterday we also received our first issue of "The Cambridge," which is the neighborhood newsletter. It's basically two sheets of white computer paper that asks if anyone wants to be in the neighborhood watch program or rent the clubhouse out for a birthday party. It does however, offer advertising. A full page for $50. One of the two full page ads in the "newsletter" was for Aflac insurance, purchased by our next door neighbor Joe Gussman, who is very northern and also very nice. Sidenote: the other full page ad was for an Allen Tate agent who listed all the homes in Cambridge that are for sale right now. So if anyone is interested in moving...let me know. So anyway, Mark and I are reading the newsletter together last night and he's like, "Awesome! Business card ads are only $7.50. I should put one in." And i was like, for what?? And then I realized that he has about thirty businesses he needs to advertise. Golf ball sales, GypsyBug.com, used laptop purchasing, and the list goes on.