round 8... or 9... i lost count.

I just went out to check the tomato plants and one was gone. Something ate it. Bastard!! I planted another one. I'm going to run out soon and I won't be happy. I mean, there were still 5 that hadn't been eaten but now it's a matter of principle. If I plant 6 I am going to have 6 at the end. I did find ground red pepper in the cupboard so I sprinkled a ton of it around the plants and the marigolds. There is so much that the plants look kind of orange now. Jesse mentioned buying me a bb gun. It might be time. I will just have to figure out how to shoot from the porch. That might mean cutting a hole in the screen. Hopefully it will cool down soon because it is really too hot to sit outside all day and night waiting to shoot a squirrel.

i beat the squirrel.

Something (I think a squirrel) has been eating my tomato plants and the flowers off the marigolds. Whatever it is has taken off with about 5 of the tomato plants. Luckily I had extras and was able to replace them. Julie's mom said to put some ground red pepper around the plants and that should keep them away. Last night I put some crushed red peppers (I didn't have any ground) around them and nothing has eaten the plants yet! Yay Julie!! I hope the marigolds continue to flower because if they don't I'm going to have to go buy more. I beat the squirrel. I'll beat the tomato worms!

This morning I was up until almost 6AM. The Benadryl never made me sleepy. When I finally did fall asleep I had strange dreams again. When I take Benadryl before bed I have scary dreams. They are often about someone chasing me or attacking me and I try to scream for help but I can't. And then I wake up and am all freaked out. I hate scary dreams! I hate allergies!!

I'm really sleepy but we have tickets to the Tigers game tonight. Hopefully they won't get shut out again!

come on baby light my fire...PICNIC!!

I apologize to those of you who don't get the Ernie reference in the title of this post. Right now I cannot explain it but trust me, it's funny.

Julie arranged a lovely Belle Isle picnic for Memorial Day. Julie and Kristin stopped by Parker St. to pick up Jesse and I. Joel and Amanda came to the picnic after the Tigers game (second shut out in a row...grrr....). It was super nice to see Korin and Augie. They are a couple of the most down to earth and fun rock stars we know! And we know lots of rock stars. Brian came to hang out with us which was really cool because I haven't seen him in forever. Just a fun summer day on Belle Isle with great friends! It was ridiculously hot but we were right by the water so it didn't seem that bad.

Now it's 3:30AM and thanks to allergies I can't breathe which means I can't sleep. I think I need to go to the doctor and get some prescription drugs because the over-the-counter stuff just isn't working anymore. Unfortunately, I don't have health insurance so I don't think I can afford the office visit, let alone the prescription drugs! Even though it sucks to be awake right now, at least I get to watch Knight Rider on the SciFi Channel. Thank God for cable!

Hopefully the Benadryl will kick in soon...

happy memorial day weekend.

Now that I don't have a life holiday weekends just aren't that exciting to me. We don't really have any plans so it feels like any other day. It is nice to have Jesse around for an extra day! Right now he is doing manly-home-owner things like fixing the leaking kitchen sink. Today is our 3-year anniversary. We're going to go out to eat later since it's our last dating anniversary we'll celebrate. We seem to think that after we're married we won't really give a shit about dating anniversaries. I'm having a hard time letting it go because who wants to say goodbye to a milestone where presents might be received?? Oh. And given too.

Yesterday we went to Gibraltar Trade Center to get autographs from Tigers baseball players. We got to see Carl Willis and Vance Wilson and Jim Price. Vance and Jim were super friendly and talkative. Vance even stood up and introduced himself and shook my hand. I got all star struck and blurted out "How is your ankle?" He was nice and said it was feeling better and said something about being a clutz (he turned it when he stepped on a ball in the outfield a few days ago). I got my photo (polaroids) taken with each of them. Apparently Vance doesn't believe in antiperspirants because he has a huge pit stain in the photo. Unfortunately he has his other arm around me which means his other pit stain was probably touching me. Yuck!! Carl Willis didn't seem so happy to see us. He was reading a magazine when we walked up and put it down to sign our balls (tee hee). In the photo he doesn't look at all happy to be there. Oh well. At least Vance and Jim were awesome!

Janet and Scott came to Detroit for dinner club last night. We went to a yummy Indian restaurant and ate and ate and ate. I love hanging out with them because we just laugh and have fun and I can say anything. And I pretty much do say anything.

We currently have 39 people coming to the wedding. Holy shit! That's a lot of people. Way more than I ever thought would come. It's awesome!

i'm a good girl.

The Sound of Music is one of my favorite musicals. In one of the songs Maria sings about how somewhere in her youth or childhood she must have done something good. It is a lovely song. She's all singing about how she hooked up with a handsome military dude with a million kids and it must be because she did something good when she was little. So pretty.

This afternoon I realized that I must have done something bad, very very bad, somewhere in my youth or childhood. Not because I hooked up with a handsome military dude with a million kids but because I ran into Chicken Little today. That's right. I'm not even kidding. I had to go to Ypsilanti today to pick up my prescription for methylphenidate from my doctor's office (because it's a schedule II drug they aren't allowed to call in refills. So convenient, no?). I parked my car and was walking to the entrance of the building when I had to stop and wait to cross the little street. The car that was coming at me looked an awful lot like Chicken Little's. And then I looked and thought, "Wha? Huh? You've gotta be feckin' kiddin' me" (sometimes in my head I have a wee Scottish accent). It WAS Chicken Little. She stopped and we talked. She was waiting for a client. She ended up parking her car and came inside with me.

What did I do to deserve this? Ypsilanti isn't a tiny town, the population is around 25,000. Why did we end up at the same place at the same time?? Was it because I used to sneak out of the house with a fifth of vodka in my pants when I was in high school? Or was it the time Joel and I toilet papered a bunch of people from church and I told my mom to lie to them when she saw them at church? (she didn't have to lie!) Or was it the time Carol and I stole a beer from the fridge in 4th grade and let her brothers take the heat for it? (we fessed up about 20 years later)

I promise to be good from now on so as to never ever unexpectedly run into Chicken Little again.

wanted: cook

I had planned on making a wonderful looking recipe for spinach and cheese strata for dinner tonight. I just read over the recipe to figure out what time I should start cooking. All looked good until I got to the part that read "Chill strata, covered with plastic wrap, at least 8 hours." Ooops. No strata for us tonight! Sorry Jesse!!

green thumb.

Our yard is a mess. It hasn't been really cared for in a loooooong time and probably won't be for at least one or two more looooooong times. Or as long as we live here. The back yard is all uneven and there are more weeds than grass. There are some pretty rose bushes but they have grown all out of control and crazy. A concrete walk goes down the side to the garage that we can't use. On the long patch of land between the concrete and the neighbors yard we have a lovely bed of weeds. Sometimes the weeds get so big I can't even cut them with the weedwacker (whacker?). It sucks and I don't know anything about landscaping. Let's not kid ourselves though. Even if I did know something about landscaping we all know that nothing would get done because I'm so lazy.

When I went to the farm to hang out with Joanna a few weeks ago I brought home some plants from their greenhouse. Tomatoes, cilantro and zinnias. They have been sitting in their little baby plant containers since I came home. Yesterday I decided it was time to set them free. I actually weeded a little area and planted four tomato plants and a bunch of cilantro. I planted two more tomato plants in a big container and will plant the zinnias and rest of the cilantro in pots for the porch. I had also bought some basil, mint and lavender seeds that I plan on trying to grow as soon as I go to the garden center at my local home improvement super store to purchase more dirt and other supplies. I can't forget the marigolds because I swear to God, if I see one tomato worm I'm going to have to burn the entire back yard.

Let's see how long it is before I have to report that everything is dead because I am the worst/laziest gardener in the entire universe. Yeah. I'm that bad.

catch up...

Time to catch up. Again. I suck.

Thursday afternoon I went to the Tigers vs. Twins game with Joel. It was a lot of fun to hang out with Joel and watch some baseball. Since the Tigers kick ass they won the game. Hearing the sports announcers talk about how awesome the Tigers are is a very strange phenomenon. I get all confused and disoriented. I love it!

Friday evening we went to Dexter to babysit my niece and nephew. My sister and her husband went out to celebrate their 16 year anniversary. I can't believe they have been married that long! I have fond memories of their wedding. It was the first time I got drunk in front of my parents. I was 16 years old. I remember dancing with my dad and he asked me, "are you drunk?" and I said, "no. Are you?" and then we both cracked up and kept dancing. And the hangover the next day sucked but everyone else was feeling the pain too so nobody said anything.

Saturday morning we got up early and went up north to church camp. They had an open house day where people could come and see the camp before camping season starts. Jesse had never been there and I wanted him to see the place that had a profound impact on who I have become. I know, it's church camp and I sometimes might not seem so church-y. But it's an amazing place and I feel peaceful there. My best friendships were made there. If something strange happens and I actually breed, my hope is that my spawn will also go there and make amazing lifelong friendships.

After camp we went to Grand Rapids to hang out with Joanna and Erica again. We had tons of fun. Drank lots of beer and wine and beer. And some people drank other stuff too.

Michigan has this law that some professionals are mandated to report suspected child/adult abuse and/or neglect. People in social work jobs are mandated to report. Since I don't have a job and am not a member of the National Association of Social Workers or in the MSW program yet, I am no longer a mandated reporter. Which means I can post this really funny photo that may, or may not, have been taken this weekend at someone's house that I stayed at, and not have to report it to child protective services.

rain rain go away

I'm thankful that southeast MI isn't consumed with rain like New England. However, the past week has been very rainy. We have an electric lawn mower so haven't been able to cut the grass. If we had a gas mower I wouldn't mind mowing when it is a little wet but I really didn't feel like the possibility of getting electricuted in the name of having grass that looks shitty, as opposed to really shitty. We don't even really have grass in the back yard. It's mostly weeds. The back yard weeds were about knee high so I was happy that the sun came out today and I was able to cut it all down. It took forever but it looks better. The assholes next door have really nice pretty green grass with very few weeds. I hate them for that. I didn't feel bad when I mowed over the dandelions and the little dandelion seeds got caught in the light breeze and flew over the fence to Ed's yard. Hahahahahaaaaa!!

I can't believe I'm writing a blog about my yard. Again. I'm sure it has happened before.

This morning I met my parents at The Somerset Collection (apparently it is too fancy to be called a mall) to shop for a wedding dress for me. Here are some observations:

• my parents are getting old. I don't understand how they can both kick my ass on the treadmill but walk so slow at the mall. OH MY GOD. I'm not kidding. They both spend at least 45 minutes each morning on the treadmill and they go faster than me. But not at the mall. I thought I was with Joanna's 88 year old grandma again! They just took forever to get anywhere. My mom has some health problems that make it difficult for her to walk long distances so of course I didn't say anything. But damn woman, why can you go so far on the treadmill? Is it because you keep trying to get somewhere??
• I'm fat. I've never been skinny. I know I write way too much about how much I weigh and blah blah blah. I don't usually worry about it too much because I'm fairly healthy and just could stand to lose 15 or 20 pounds. Not too bad. I guess. But after dress shopping I'm pretty sure people my size just weren't meant to wear clothes. It was really hard to find stuff that fit me. Because we were at hoity-toity mall there were a bunch of designer shops, like Betsey Johnson and BCBG Max Azria. Um. Apparently fashion designers don't like anyone that is over a size 8. So when I show up they don't really have lots for me. I guess I did find a couple dresses at BCBG Max Azria but nothing that screamed "YOU MUST GET MARRIED IN THIS DRESS!". Everyone says I'll know "the one" when I see it. They don't finish that sentence with what to do if "the one" doesn't fit!
• I hate shopping.
• my parents rock. They drove two hours to go to a fancy ass mall with me and then I didn't even find a dress and they didn't care! And when I saw a dress that I liked but it was $400 and I didn't want to try it on because it was $400 they said I should try it on because if I liked it it didn't matter how much it cost. They probably knew it wouldn't fit.
• I'm an asshole for complaining about how slow my parents walk because they bought lunch for Jesse and I at P.F. Chang's. YUM!

Here's a photo from the Tigers vs. Indians game last Friday.

Tomorrow Joel and I are going to the afternoon game. It's supposed to be rainy. Go figure.

i will survive

Sunday morning I dragged my hungover ass out of bed and ran to the grocery store because I had told my mom I would bring a dish to pass to the Mother's Day lunch at her house. What the hell was I thinking? I suck at planning ahead. Jesse and I went to my parents' house for lunch with my family. Kids. Everywhere. A little overwhelming but nice to see everyone.

We headed to Grand Rapids to watch the Survivor finale with Joanna's and Erica's families. Terri and Stephanie were there too! I got kick ass gifts!!

Joanna and Erica know me so well!

A bloody mary basket!! With bride and groom towels. Very funny and oh so useful!!

Terri and Stephanie got me the I'm A Big Girl award! I had given Bryan the I'm A Big Boy award at Erica's and Joanna's birthday party. Here's a photo of me with the award, holding a photo of Bryan with his award.


We loooooove hanging out with Joanna and Erica and their families. So much fun!!

happy birthday to me!

Saturday was my 23rd birthday. Of course I'm not 23. Last year was my 38th birthday. I like to think its funny to make up different ages for myself. It's my birthday so laugh.

I met Joel and Amanda at Gibraltar Trade Center in lovely Taylor, MI to get autographs from Johnny Grubb and Nelson Simmons, both 1984 Tigers. We also did a little shopping. I didn't buy this but I really wanted to!

Amanda, the elementary art teacher, was kind enough to pose the sculptures for the photo.

I haven't scanned the polaroid photos of me with the baseball players yet. As soon as I do I will be sure to post them. Joel said that some day when I am long gone someone will come across my collection of autographed polaroids of me with baseball players and think, "Wow, these would be really valuable except for that damn Asian chick in the photos." Just for that I'm willing them to him. Asshole.

Speaking of Joel, after GTC we went to Mexican Village (more commonly known as Mexicantown but I'm old school) for dinner at Xochimilco. YUMMY!! Lots of chicken enchilada and margaritas (on the rocks, with salt, of course!). We ended up back at Parker St. so I could give Joel and Amanda their presents from the trip to Florida. Drank more beer. And then some more beer.

Here's my maid of honor and I sitting on the front porch drinking beer. The bride is the one with the 40 oz in the paper bag. That's one classy bitch (I bet she'd look good driving a GMC Yukon... teeheee!!)!!


Jesse was at his friend's wedding that I refused to go to because how dare they get married on my 23rd birthday?? We ended up calling him and harrassing him until he ran right home with more beer (we ran out) and cigarettes (we had none to begin with). Kristin came over and we all hung out and had lots of beer and laughs. Ah happy birthday to me!!

is anybody home?

It's been a long ass time since I have posted. I'm sorry! I'd like to say I have been busy but I think that would be a lie. I know that would be a lie.

Let's see. The truth.

Last week I helped my ex-coworker with a couple volunteer trainings. It was really strange to be back there and not get paid. Not that they paid me much when I was an official employee anyway. The first person I ran into was the accounting dude. He kind of looked at me oddly and said, "Hi." and kept walking. Then a few minutes later I saw him again and he looked at me oddly and said, "you don't work here anymore." Then I said, "what? OH SHIT!" and ran out the door. Not really. I really just laughed at him.

Friday afternoon Jesse and I hopped in the car and drove to Cleveland. It rained the entire way (all 3.5 hours) and I was sure we would get there just in time for them to postpone the Tigs vs. Indians game that we were planning on seeing.

We got there and the tarp was on the field. Damn. All that way to not see baseball?


We decided to find our seats anyway. There weren't many people at the game.


And then. Lo and behold! The grounds crew began to remove the tarp! Check out all the water on the field. Insane!! But the grounds crew knew what they were doing. The game started on time and the Tigers won!


Here is my favorite young fan sitting a couple rows in front of us. It rained throughout the game. While feeding this young child several meat byproducts his parents kept him dry by wrapping a trash bag around him. We called him White Trash. Nice burger.

fun at the farm

Doesn't that sound like a children's story? Well boys and girls, this is no children's story. This is a story full of public girl on girl action, beastiality, a quest for shrooms and gang rape. Beware because photos will be included.

I headed up to the farm to hang out with Joanna on Saturday. After we ate lunch and got reacquainted (just kidding, I "talk" to Joanna several times every day) we headed out to the woods on our quest for shrooms. I couldn't believe it when I spotted the first one. Beginners luck is a crazy thing. Joanna found ten million mushrooms and I found 2. And just so you know, these are morel mushrooms. Not the psychadelic kind. It isn't very often that you get to find mushrooms in the wild and actually get to eat them. And they are so tasty! This is the first mushroom I found.


There is a barn cat at the farm. Her name is Mousecatcher. Apparently she is very good at what she does. And she is very friendly. I've seen other barn cats that are skittish around people and just keep to themselves. Not Mousecatcher. She is super friendly and purrs really loudly when you pet her. Joanna told me she had kittens about 4 weeks ago but she hasn't seen them. She said she didn't know what happened to them. I said that maybe we could tell if the kittens were still around if we could tell if Mousecatcher was still nursing. Then we both looked uncomfortable and I'm pretty sure we were both thinking, "Yeah. I'm not feeling that cat up." Then as if on cue, a nursing student showed up to ride horses. Not just any nursing student. This woman used to be Amish. She has held on to some of the Amish tradition, such as the dress style. But the purple Dodge Intrepid she drove up in gave away her ex-Amish-ness. I was chatting with her while she got the horse ready to ride. Mousecatcher came out to say hi and she mentioned that Mousecatcher's mom is at her parents' barn. Hmmm... so I mentioned that Mousecatcher had babies but we weren't sure if they were alive because nobody has seen them or heard them. Imagine my surprise and delight when the ex-Amish nursing student reached around and felt her some Mousecatcher titties and announced, "She still has milk!" I wish I had my camera out and ready because there is nothing more I would like than to share that image with you. I will never ever look at Amish people the same way.

I went snooping around the barn and did find Mousecatcher's babies. At first I thought there were three but now I see that there are at least four. So cute!! You have to look at the very bottom of the photo to see them. It was dark in the barn so I stuck my camera down there and took a picture even though I couldn't see what I was taking a picture of!


I'm a city girl and have limited farm knowledge. I do know that eggs come from chickens. I didn't know that chickens get raped. Gang raped. There were some chickens without feathers on their backs and on the backs of their heads. I thought maybe they had some kind of fungus or something that made their feathers fall out. I asked Joanna what happened to them and she said, "They've had too much sex." Wha? Huh? Then I got to witness it for myself. Chicken sex involves the rooster holding the chicken down by biting the back of her head and then he hops on her back and does her. It only takes a second and its really loud. But then I saw the gang rape. A bunch of chickens and roosters all on top of one poor little chicken. Slut. I know I shouldn't blame the victim. Bad social worker! But really, I don't think she even tried to run. The slut is the white one on the ground.


Saturday night we built a fire and made foil dinners. Oh my GOD it was so yummy. We didn't sing camp songs but I think if we had drank the box of wine I saw in the fridge we probably would have had full-on "amid the hills of Michigan" harmony going on.

(and yes, our dinners are so big that we had to put them on cookie sheets)

Joanna brought steaks for us to chow down on. She said her parents didn't have a grill so we'd have to broil them. Blasphemer! There was no way we could broil those two beautiful specimens of cow. So we found a grate thingy and covered it with foil and put it over a fire. We grilled steaks and zucchini and Joanna fried up some shrooms and we ate until we couldn't eat anymore. I really need my own pair of shitkickers for the next time I experience the cowgirl life. Excellent!


After dinner and chores we went to Lake Michigan to catch the sunset. We walked out on the pier. Since it is so early in the season there weren't many people out on the beach. As we walked back from the end of the pier we saw some people going at it behind a little bluff. They weren't very good at hiding. It was clear that they were getting it on. Very funny. We ended up walking to the other end of the channel and then got in the car to head to another beach to look for cool rocks and sea glass. As we were driving down the road we saw two people and they were the people getting it on on the beach. And they were two women! Oh yeah... Sorry. No pictures of them. But here's a photo of me at the end of the pier. I'm not very patriotic I guess because I'm saluting Joanna instead of the flag. Ooops.

(my pants are rolled up all stupid because I didn't want to get sand on them!)

And here is the beautiful sunset.


It was an awesome couple days!!

first time for everything.

When someone tells you they will be at your house between a certain time frame to deliver something or fix your cable or not fix your hot water heater they usually show up at least a half hour past the time they quoted. That's what happens to me. If that doesn't happen to you, I hate you. I was prepared to have the bed delivery people show up around 7:30 but definitely not before 7. Imagine my surprise when they showed up at 4. They were crabby because most king size beds they can fold to get up the stairs. The guy said there is one that isn't foldable. And that's the one we bought! Yay!! They were able to get it up the stairs and it looks wonderful! I'm washing new sheets and mattress pad. I wanted to wait to wash them until I knew for sure that they fit. Smart, no?

Uh oh. Jesse is home and I "forgot" to cook dinner.

jonas daniel

I finally got permission from my brother, Darin, to post photos of his adorable children.

Here is me and little Jonas. He has tiny little gecko feet!


And here is Jonas' big sister, Shelby. She is hysterical. While we were playing outside she discovered electricity and the fun of getting shocked. She would slide down her plastic slide and then touch the metal pole or her aunt Jenny or her aunt Wendy and then would crack up at the huge shock she got. I think it means she will be some sort of electrical engineer. Or the person that flips the switch for the electric chair. Or a hair stylist.

meat.

Insomnia sucks! I was up until 4AM. I hate that!! I decided to not sleep all day even though I felt like it. That way I will sleep really well on our new bed tonight!

This afternoon I had to run a couple errands. Post office. Staples. I decided that while I was out and about I would get lunch. All I really wanted was meat. Since we eat at home now I don't get to eat meat. And really all I want is meat. Cow. Chicken. Pig. No fish. Yuck. So I stopped at Boston Market and got chicken. Yummy!

Saturday I'm going up north to hang out with Joanna at her parents' farm. I can't wait! We're going to have a camp fire and make foil dinners and do chores and she said I get to wear shitkickers. We are going to have so much fun. I wish I could stay at the farm longer but I agreed to help an old coworker with a volunteer training on Monday. This is one of the three people that treated me well at the agency so I don't mind helping her out. And I'll be in a good mood after a couple days hanging out with one of my best friends in the entire universe on a farm.

It's 3PM. Our bed is being delivered between 3 and 7. Actually, my clock reads 3:02. Where is my bed??

2AM snack

I am awake. I am hungry. Hmmm.... should I have toast? Maybe leftovers from dinner? No no no. Just a perfect bloody mary. Heavy on the vodka. Heavy on the olives. Life is good.

i need to find something to do.

Now that I have less of a life than I had when I was working, I don't feel like blogging. Ever. I think that I think of funny things to write about then I realize that I am just lame. Really really lame. You already knew that. So I'll just write lame things.

Yesterday I got a new windshield. I got to spend an hour in the waiting area of the glass place. Lucky for me the ladies that worked in the office were listening to talk radio. Yeah. Until I realized they were listening to Christian talk radio which is waaaaaaaaay different than the NPR I'm used to and in love with. I took a Ritalin and was able to tune it out while I read the New Yorker magazine I had taken with me. It's a good thing I thought ahead and took my own reading material since the most recent magazine in the waiting room was some parenting magazine from January 2004. Sports Illustrated from October 2003 just wasn't going to keep my interest for very long. Although maybe I should have looked at it. Could have been interesting for historical purposes.

The glass place was in Clinton Township. I found where all the thrift shops are. Its interesting to me that there are no big thrift shops in Detroit. Goodwill has a great program here but no store. Salvation Army left town but I don't think they had a store either. So what I realized as I shopped at a huge Salvation Army store AND an even bigger St. Vincent dePaul store was that Detroit is too poor to even have thrift shops. Poor people need to buy used shit. But poorer people don't have any used shit to donate to agencies that will turn around and sell it to poor people to fund programs that serve said poor people. Oh what a vicious cycle. I never donate my used shit to agencies that turn around and sell it to people. Wait! If the agency will make exceptions for poor people in need of household items but are unable to afford them then I will give them my used shit. One of my biggest pet peeves was when I was working with someone that found an apartment but had absolutely no furniture and when I called a thrift shop, they weren't willing to donate anything. Assholes. I also hate it when an agency has thrift shops to fund programs but is very picky about who can access those programs. There is a family shelter in the county I used to work in that would only let couples stay if they were married. Anyway...

I worked on my photo organization project today. Since I went digital I haven't printed out any photos so I worked on figuring out which ones I want hard copies of and uploaded them to the Costco photo center. When I get all caught up with putting the photos already on hand in albums I'll get the new ones printed up. I take waaaaaay too many photos.

Our wedding invites came today! Tomorrow I'll work on addressing them and hopefully get them sent out by Friday or Saturday. They turned out really well. I was a little worried because I ordered them online and was too cheap to pay the $5 to get a proof emailed to me before they were printed. Whew!

When I was talking to my mom tonight I told her that our new bed is being delivered tomorrow. She's very excited for us and said, "Oh I can't wait to hear all about it!" Um. I told her that sounds really strange and kind of dirty. She was cracking up. The guy that helped us at the furniture store told us that his title was "bed master." I bet he gets all the chicks.

bed hopping.

We bought a new bed! We went shopping on Saturday. And then we went on Sunday. And we went one more place today. And ended up going back to the place we started on Saturday. Our new wonderful king size comfy bed will be delivered on Thursday. I have to go buy sheets!!