GRAZE DOT COM

Just to remind you, graze.com is a subscription-based snack company that, if you sign up and pay $5/box, will mail snacks to you every week, two weeks, or four weeks. They're invitation-only, just to give themselves that bit of mystique (actually, I think it's primarily to control the number of subscriptions they get, and secondarily to create marketing buzz).

Anyway. I now have FOUR codes! And I shall do the same that I did last time, which is to say that anyone who's interested in trying them out, just drop a comment here and after a day or two, I'll assign everyone a number and use a random number generator to pick 4 people to hand the codes to.

U.S. only, alas. If you're in the UK, I think you can sign up to the UK version (which ought to be graze.co.uk) without a code, but as I am not in the UK I've never bothered to go find out. :S

Toby and I ended up increasing our order from once every two weeks to once a week, as we enjoyed a lot of the snacks (you can rate them, so they don't send ones you don't like again) and they come in nice, small packages, are reasonably healthy, and this means we're not snarfing chips or something else delicious fatty.

House stuff

Toby and I spent the weekend ORGANIZING. Two guys from an appliance repair place came out and stacked our washer and dryer for us, so now we can use the door to the garage! That would be the second door to the garage, which goes through the laundry room, and it had been blocked by the litterboxes, which are now in the spot formerly occupied by the washing machine. No, we don't technically need that door, but it's nice to have it available.

(There was also a few hours Saturday night at FenCon for the ConDFW party, which we ended up attending for less time than we expected because Toby's allergies were giving him fits and he felt terrible, so we took off early. A good night's sleep proved that it was indeed most likely allergies and not a cold or other illness, which is good. There's a cold running around the library right now, and we know someone who just got over pneumonia, so we didn't want to take chances.)
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