This is one of the oddest juxtapositions I have seen (at least since I saw Jon Stewart talk about the CNN pic of the Saddam Hussein's sons' dead bodies with the crawl underneath saying, "Beyonce doesn't like the word 'bootylicious'" . . .)

On The Huffington Post this morning, I saw these headlines: "Congo: Africa's Other Holocaust" (complete with a pic of a child soldier), immediately followed by "StyleSLIDESHOW: Luxury Stays For Less This Winter Holiday" (with a pic of an oceanfront hotel patio). My brain is having a hard time processing.

I love how you always cheer me up.
I love how I can tell you anything.
I love how you don’t mind all my fantasy boyfriends.
I love how you cook for me.
I love how you explain what happened in movies when I wasn’t paying attention.
I hate that you can be so confrontational but I love that you speak truth to power.
I love that you know everything about everything but I wish you didn’t spend so much time on the computer.
I love how brave you are.
I love that you would run into a burning building to save people when I would probably run away and cry.
I love that you don’t judge me for running away and crying.
I hate that you never throw anything away and that you always bring in stuff from the side of the road.
I love your style but I wish you didn’t have such an irrational aversion to sweaters.
I love that you are so committed to local and sustainable things.
I love that you picked all the labels off your clothes.
I love that you don’t care what anyone else thinks but I wish you would act a little friendlier sometimes.
I love that you drive me around and that you are the best parallel parker I have ever seen but I wish we liked more of the same music so we didn’t have to listen to the same 5 CDs on every road trip.
I hate that you always try to have conversations with me when I am asleep because you know I will say something crazy.
I love that you live day-to-day and take everything in stride but I wish that you would engage in discussions about hypothetical things with me.
I wish you would play Death is Not an Option with me.
I love that you always kindly capture the bugs in the house and take them outside.
I love how you always bring home treats and otherwise incorporate treats into everyday activities.
I love how I never have to do a dish with you in my life.
I love how you love all animals (except teeny tiny dogs).
I love how you can recite the entirety of every Chris Rock special with me.
I love how you can take a picture of a piece of trash and turn it into a beautiful work of art.
I love how you are such a hard worker and problem solver.
I love how you are such a loyal friend.

I like warm weather as much as the next person, but these freakishly-warm-yet-wet conditions have contributed to something terrible (you know, besides the polar icecaps melting and all): crazy mutant mosquitoes hanging around in my house. Last night, Albert killed the biggest mosquito either of us has ever seen. But unfortunately, he didn't kill it before it bit me 10 times! Seven of these bites span a really small area from my left forearm to my left index finger (finger bites are the worst!!!) Four of them are on my FACE. WTF, mosquito! Thankfully, this mosquito was considerate enough to bite me three times on the underside of my chin so it doesn't look like I have advanced acne, but I've just found out that under-chin bites are as uncomfortable as finger bites. The worst news of all: I think I just saw another mosquito, but she got away!!! GRRRRR.