From the Editor in Chief, U.S., and Publisher: Scenes From a Weekend

Chris kicks off Sunday morning with a mammoth helping of Apple Scrapple from the Great Harvest Bakery outside Fairlington. Apple Scrapple is the love child of an apple pie and a doughy loaf; it's soft, chewy, covered in a THICK coating of brown sugar and has pieces of apple inside. (I know, it sounds good til that last part.)

Nothing compliments a chunk of Apple Scrapple like CW's famous hot chocolate. Okay, this batch was made with a Lindt HC packet Chris acquired over the holidays but we add the vanilla, whipped cream, marshmallows and love.

Time to do work. Chris finally gets to tacklin' those vanity doors, which have been without handles since the summer.

Going under the sink for new products is always fun for me, but now it will be easy too. I once broke a nail very deep in the quick trying to open [STORY ABORTED BY CW STAFF DUE TO BLOOD GOING COLD.]

Let there be light! Okay, we always had light but at least now with this here fancy light switch cover, the risk of electrocution due to exposure to stray wires has been significantly reduced. Oh happy day!


Hello all,

Here I am with our weekend wrapup, late as usual--which makes me right on time!

After a hectic week that included a long, uncomfortable return flight from Las Vegas followed by 8-hour work days and blustery subzero temperatures, Chris took this past weekend as an opportunity to just chill. [Pun not originally intended but now intended.] Saturday was MOC Kathy T.'s birthday, and some astute readers noticed the T. clan posted up at family favorite Austin Grill in Old Town. In fact, Ron from Vienna wins the award for Most Perceptive Reader; he writes:

"I was at the Grill this weekend and Chris was there with his family. But unfortunately he did not look happy with his meal. He must not have gotten what he ordered, as he exclaimed several times, 'I don't even know what this is!' I asked to speak to the manager but my wife stormed out while I was waiting so I had to go. But not before I got the waitress' name! Don't worry, CW, I'm on the case."

Thanks for writing, Ron. That's why you're different. Your wife's a lucky lady. Chris was in fact served the wrong dish: a beef burrito, not what he ordered (enchiladas). Being the selfless, magnanimous individual that he is, he ate the burrito, frustrated but eventually satiated. After lunch it was back to the T. house for ice cream cake and football, the combination of which puts me down like a burned out bulb. Saturday night it was back to Eamonn's after a happy hour and a little "Entourage" over at CW headquarters.

Sunday was slow and indefinite, the way a Sunday's supposed to be. But the pace picked up considerably when Chris invited CW over to make him breakfast and capture exclusive footage, seen above, of him finishing up the last remaining tasks in our newly-renovated bathroom: handles on the bathroom vanity; light switch; and closing the in-shower heating/AC duct with a new register. (Prior to Sunday's installation, the duct was wide open, creating a breezy and rather chilly shower when the heat cuts on. CW apologies to those who had previously experienced it.) We unwound Sunday evening, and rewarded Chris for the day's hard work, by enjoying pizza, blue crab mac-and-cheese and Vermont brown ale at Rustico, courtesy of BOC Andy T. via Christmas gift card. Thanks, counselor!

And there you have it. Chris's weekend at a glance.

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