My kitchen faucet broke yesterday. I don't think it can be fixed, which means I'll be replacing it today. Not having water in the kitchen is one of life's cruel mistresses.
Last night at Bret's party, Scott and Michelle dared me to dance the salsa in front of 40 people. I did. It looked good, I had rhythm, and people clapped when we were done. Nice. I wasn't even drunk :)