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SML and I went to the Museum of Science located in the north end of Boston on Saturday. Or was it Sunday? How long have I been here again?  

The Museum was having a butterfly exhibit which we bought tickets to in addition to our city pass that gets us into other places like the Aquarium or Harvard's Museum of Natural History.  We got these tickets to keep busy and our minds off of the fact that we still do not have furniture.  But I'm not complainer.  

When we entered the exhibit a butterfly immediately landed on the back of SML's shirt.  SML is easily creeped out by insects and kept denying that a butterfly was actually on him.  But even from the picture above you can see that these are no common moths, that these are beautifully patterned insects of flight. Who wouldn't want to carry ones of these on their shoulders at all times?  

To give SML a little credit for being squeamish around the butterflies, they did seem to swarm a bit.  There seemed to be a flock of these colorful wings flapping in all directions, all of the time.  I even found myself ducking at times, remembering that time I was pooped on by a rampant bird at the Hogle Zoo.  Do butterflies poop during flight?

SML and I spent a large part of our day wondering around the city.  Downtown Boston is considerably different than Allston, the city I'd love to see burn to the ground, because it has clean streets and cafe's without cracking vinyl on the benches.  

While we were in the city it began raining very suddenly, so we sought refuge under a tree at the Boston Commons. When SML looked over his shoulder he noticed this squirrel and motioned for me to check it out.  I must have been the only person alarmed by this sight, that a long-tailed rodent was hovering over the garbage can, because I was the only person staring at it with my mouth open.

When I began to look around the park I noticed that there were several squirrels, all over the place, and people were feeding them!  My God people, look at their claws!  At any moment one of these things could leap onto your face, claw out your eyeballs, and then start burrowing into your skull.  

I'm sure that the National Enquirer has warned us about these kind of things.  That along with the happy gas being let loose around the United States to help us forget about Iraq. 

I’m going to preface this article and explain that I think Boston is an amazing city. It’s beautiful, really, with historic buildings and parks, things that I’ve only read about or seen in movies. This picture is the one of the very first I’ve taken of SML since we arrived in Boston.

We were on Bolyston Street because the very first place I wanted to go was the Apple Store. I felt like I needed that, more than my morning coffee, to see what the Apple Marketing Geniuses have done in Boston.

I really do think I’ll like this place, but I’ve got to give it time. One of the very first things that someone said to us was, “GET OUT OF THE WAY YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE.” That, on top of the increased prices and the FILTERED INTERNET at the Boston Common Library, has left me less than amused.

Allston, the city we live in, has some kind of graffiti motto that reads, “Keep Allston Decent.” Decent? Not Great? Spectacular? Or Tidy? I laughed heartily at this because our train stop is littered with empty containers and wrappers but a trash receptacle? You have to go to the more decent parts of the city to throw away your trash.

Most of my complaints stem from the fact that we have nothing in our apartment; that I want to write a terrible review for our moving company and then sue each representative of the company individually just to make them answer the Complaint.

Tomorrow I’ll probably be in a much better mood, but my god, this city is kicking my ass.