In honor of our one year Philadelphia wedding anniversary, we’re unveiling this never-before-seen photograph from that glorious and unforgettable night. It’s incredibly special to us, because it’s pretty much the only proof we have that it ever happened. And as far as we know, the biggest collection of Fishtown all-stars ever captured on film.
As you can tell by the picture, we all won at life that night – decisively.
Ladies and germs (and dust-bunnies), I’m writing you today about a topic near and dear to my heart: Obsessive Compulsive Cleaning Disorder, or O.C.C.D as it’s referred to in the field. Typically, victims of O.C.C.D suffer from spotless living rooms, dust-free shelves, organized bedrooms, sparkling toilets, empty sinks and a general distaste for any individual or individuals careless enough to make messes and not clean up after their own damn self.
You yourself might have O.C.C.D if 1) you find vacuuming “therapeutic” 2) you like strolling down the laundry detergent aisle just for fun 3) you suffer from chronic wrinkly-dish-hand-syndrome (“W.H.D.S“) 4) you enjoy discussing the unparalleled style and beauty of the Swiffer WetJet or if 5) you’re me.
I’ve been suffering from O.C.C.D for the better half of my life. Due to my ongoing condition, I recently purchased my very own Dyson DC25 Animal Ball vacuum for $449.99 (and it was on sale). Why I would spend that kind of money on a vacuum is because, quite simply, I live with 9 other people and two dirty dogs, and more importantly, because Dyson vacuums are the the “Role Royce” (or perhaps “Ferrari”) of home cleaning tools; the perfect marriage of ergonomic function and aesthetic design. Owning one seemed like a smart move.
I’ve been the proud owner of a Dyson Animal Ball Vacuum for over three months now, and my assumptions were correct. My Dyson and I are like two cushions in a couch. Behold, the power of Dyson.
May 2010 is almost over, and with summer officially kicking off I recently decided to paint a mural in celebration of all things warm and sunny. Here’s a small visual journey of the process. Enjoy!
Not to be confused with the popular Philly R&B outfit, Boyz III Men hailed from Toledo, Ohio. Shortly after forming in the early 90′s and releasing five consecutively terrible albums, the group split up due to creative differences – and because two of the three boyz died in a horrible grease fire.
XOXO, TEAM DWYER
