Busy, Busy, Busy.

Another cuuuute picture of my niece Aaliyah. She's going to be three next week!

Last night I put potatoes and green beans in the oven to roast. I set the timer and went back to printing the 250 wedding invitations a friend had me design. A little while later, Franco asked, "What are you cooking?" I answered but didn't ask why he said that. A few minutes later, I smelled plastic burning, and I ran over to the oven to open the door. Through the smelly smoke, I found a blue goo dripping to the floor of the oven, and reached over to turn it off. "What is it?" Franco asked, referring to the gross pool of burnt plastic which appeared to be oozing out of the bottom of the pan. I smacked my hand to my forehead and laughed, realizing what it was. "It's the plastic bag clip I left on the counter! I was looking for it to clip it to the bag of green beans. It had a magnet on it so it must have stuck to the pan before I put it in the oven." I felt so idiotic. Dinner was shot and our apartment reeked of burnt plastic all night. Fun.

To get out of the headache-inducing odor, and as a reward for the hard work we had put into packing and organizing a lot of our stuff, we went to a late-night showing of I Am Number Four at the cheap theater. Pretty ok. I had no idea what it was about, and there were a lot of actors I kind of recognized. Did not expect it to be a series. Bleh. I'm sort of getting tired of those.

But I did watch a movie called Bella today, and it was beautiful. It made me cry.

Now it's back to cleaning and enjoying our last few days with just the two of us. I am happy, though, that the apartment inspector told us we don't have to paint because we've lived here over two years and we've been good tenants. Seriously, can we just clone this place and move it to Pomona? It would make life so much easier...