Word of the Day: reify I greatly dislike July. I've really got nothing to look forward to for months. It's hot and miserable. Maybe that's why I'm feeling a touch depressed, because it's July. Any road, I was clicking around for kitting patterns and realized that it had been a ridiculouly long time since I had done. I found this pattern which really excited me. The only things that Patrick has on his walls are a clock and pictures of two of his cousins. I figured that once I find out the sex of child II, I could make a set for Patrick with his name and a set for the baby with its name and put them up on the walls over their respective beds. How cute would that be? The other day, our cable box went out. I don't know how long cable boxes are supposed to last, but I think it's silly that ours only lasted from November to the end of June--seven months. Less time than it take for a baby to grow and be born. I mean, we didn't have to pay for another one, they just gave us another box, but how poorly made must that box have been for it to last only seven months? When we lived with JD's mom, we never had to switch a box, and we lived with her for a bit over two years. When we discovered it was dead, I asked JD, 'I guess that means I've been doing too much recording, eh?' He said that that really shouldn't matter, that they might just last that long. Pft, how ridiculous.