Nate and I went to eat at the new Ethiopian restaurant, Abay, in East Liberty the other day. It was pretty good. You don't use utensils... instead, they give you this crepe-like bread thing that you use to scoop up the food and everyone at the table shares the same platter. We got a sampler platter with 4 different things and it was definitely a neat experience. I would recommend that everyone in the area should try it at least once.

We went to Ford City this past weekend and took Honey Bun for a walk. She got tired and we had to carry her. Poor little scamp. We also watched "Bruce Almighty," which I thought blew, but Nate liked. Finally, we went through round 2 of Operation Throw Crap Away. We threw away at least 4 more bags of garbage... one of which was almost the entire contents of my filing cabinet, which wasn't even "filed" neatly to begin with. Why did I keep all that crap, anyways? Now I am down to 5 folders of actual important things and they are all filed neatly. I found a receipt from like a Sheetz MTO in there. Good thing I kept that!

This weekend, we are going to the "Great European Beer Fest" at the Sharp Edge. Should be fun. Nate's acid reflux is almost gone, so he should be able to participate.

Oh yeah, we went to Whole Foods last night and I stocked up on awesome frozen Amy's Kitchen meals that Giant Eagle doesn't have. They have like 4, but Whole Foods has like 40! I wanted to buy some more pita chips, but we searched the whole store and couldn't find any. You would think Whole Foods would have something like that. Alas, I didn't find any. Boo hoo.

We got new phones today at work and everyone is all in a frenzy about that. Our old phones were these really old multiline ones from like 1976 and our new ones are like these space age crazy things with buttons, lights, and wacky gadgets.

Uh yeah, that was interesting. Last night, my feet were really cold when I got in bed (as usual), so as usual, I politely asked Nate if I could put my foot on his leg. He hates this, but when your leg is warm and my foot is cold, there's really no discussion to be had. So, I gently placed my foot on his leg and he shouted, "Ew! There's grime on it!" I had just come out of the bathroom with bare feet, and I guess the floor needed swept or something. Oh well. They don't call me "Grimy Toes" for nothin'.