*chirp chirp* Hellooooooo. You still there? Me too! I'm about to spam you with 12 days o' pictures, but they will at least explain in part why I've been so out of it. Honestly, after finding out husband had a job and we knew where our lives were going to end up at least for a little while, I'm trying to catch up on life. I've been in this sick holding pattern and landing has been a relief. Although I landed exactly where I'd hoped to NOT land, but stability rocks.
I was slightly impressed with all the color I had going on, so I decided to take a picture, and the Dude decided I was too indispensable to allow me 4 minutes of alone time. I think the Mormon fashion bloggers are safe.
WonderGirl pulled out my wedding album and insisted I take her through the entire tale of how Daddy and I met and married. It's a lovely thing to look at our story through her eyes.
I went outside. In March. I swear, this winter has been the best winter that a winter could be. Because it wasn't really a winter at all.
Can you see me? We had some friends over for dinner and I snapped this. Incognito frito.
Not only am I outside, watching the kids, but I am NOT WEARING SOCKS. I love no-sock weather!!!
Sometimes I'm the smart. I recorded WonderGirl at the beginning of her lesson and then at the end, which resulted in wayyyyy fewer squeaks. That's what I call a victory.
Got some dental work done = boo. Got the knockout gas = yay. I don't think I ever really relax. Drugs can be the awesome.
SHORT SLEEVES!!! It just keeps getting better!!
Um, how about MY needs?? My parents are going to China for 10 months and my mother in law is going to have chemo therapy for the next year. I have to try and keep a sense of humor about this, but I do NOT feel ready for the adults in my life to have a life of their own, nuh uh.
I was dressed and going about my day when I remembered that it was St. Paddy's and I was wearing orange pants. And then when I posted this wee picture on FB, most of the people didn't get the significance of the color orange. I'm pretty sure if I wore these pants to a gig in NYC, I'd have a bevy of bottles thrown at my head.
I decided to reread Just David. A fabulous little read, although the Pollyanna sappiness can be slightly overpowering at the end. The author DID write Pollyanna though, so it's excusable. ish.
Spring cleaning - it's official, the weather rocks. So I started moving snow gear into the downstairs, YES.
AAAAAAAAND scene. Well, not really, I'm sure there is plenty that has been going on, but mostly the weather rocks, and I am overjoyed that the Collies got to play St. Paddys gigs despite Michael being run over by a car and in a coma just a few months ago, but also heartsick about the fact that I missed playing St. Paddys gigs with the Collies and with the husband's new job, I'm not likely to be catching any in the future either. Cue the sappy violin music, played conveniently by myself.
I'll be back. Remind me to tell you about the time I sent the husband an invite to Pinterest and the mayhem that ensued.