Here's how boring my life is:
I get off on watching the various critters act that come into my yard. I have a bunch of bird feeders hanging off of my deck that is about 12' off the ground. Even though I'm in the mountains, we have a gang (gaggle/herd/flock) of ducks that hang around and the previous owner of my house used to feed the quackers. I stopped doing that, but they still wander up out of habit. Well, this friggin chickadee lights on one of the feeders and throws bird seend off the side (think: Animal House and people throwing beers to everyone). The damned ducks act like Carl Lewis running into my yard to eat when Mr Chickadee does his "FREEDOM" act. I actually have bare spots down there from those suckers.
Then, there's the squirrel. That MFer goes across the street to a walnut tree. He then brings the nut back and either a) buries it in my newly-mulched plant bed, or b) sits on my deck rail and eats it while looking me dead in the eye. I know I'm projecting, but I hear him singing "No More Mr Nice Guy" when he's doing it.
YSR: good luck. If the marriage is worth it, hopefully you guys can get through the next several months. If not, cut your losses. Sucks, but I hung in way too long in both of mine (

) when there were issues that couldn't be resolved.
Krista: sorry Memphis isn't your thing. I recently lived in an insulated area (think: a square block or two) of Baltimore and got tired of hearing sirens all night. You've always seemed like a big city gal to me,
so maybe you could buy Chicago.
Early: congrats?
Tecumseh: best wishes to you and Horatio.
Truck: UConn going ACC?