Thursday, April 3, 2014

Sweet Cousins

My kids got to hang out with Alana this morning, all together for the first time, and it was just too impossibly sweet not to share pics:

They brought her a birthday present -- a stuffed dog they picked out/made together at Build-a-Bear a few weeks ago before she was born. It has three hearts in it because awwwwwww.

And then I got to snuggle the baby while Barbara napped, and I did not hate it at all.

THAT HAND! THAT CHEEK! I just cannot.

And now I shall nap too, because I can. Spring break woo hoo.

Wednesday, April 2, 2014

Random Spring Break Updates

I was having a conversation recently with some teenagers I know, and they were telling me about some kid they knew who got a bad grade and as punishment, since she didn't have a phone to take away, her parents took away her clothes instead. I mean, not all her clothes. Just her cute clothes. So she had to wear jeans and tennis shoes. GASP. Y'all, they were horrified. Jeans! And tennis shoes! Okay this is when I know I have moved into a mom generation because yeah, that still looks totally normal to me. But they were horrified. Appalled. Rallying the troops to bring her different shoes to borrow. They all claimed they would rather have their phones taken away than have to wear jeans! and tennis shoes! to school.

Really? Really??

Okay then. I am clearly a fuddy duddy mom, because I rock some tennis shoes with jeans frequently and without shame.

Also we canceled our cable which has nothing to do with anything except it feels like a giant weight off our shoulders. Also it means we watched the HIMYM finale live like it is still 1998 which was really fun and nostalgic with take-out and excitement and whatever, and then it sucked, and I hated the ending, and it crapped up my mood for a whole evening. Yes, a television show. You can judge me, I don't even care.

So. It is spring break this week. We have been using our staycation time for things like taking Nathan to the dentist, followed promptly by Dunkin Donuts, where Nathan ate a donut with a peep on it (SO GROSS) and drank an iced coffee, much to the judgement of the man working there (who is a little scary anyway) (but it was decaf! and FREE. shut it, dude) and the most lovely part is that we ate outside.

We also spent a morning at a bounce house place, which was very calm and chill and not overrun with children, which I loved. And Mark took the kids to the zoo which they all loved. And we had the carpets steam cleaned this morning because nothing says SPRING BREAK! when you're in your thirties like getting the carpets steam cleaned, right?

The kids were somewhat tired waiting to be allowed back inside after the floors were done. I found this picture on Mark's phone and it made me laugh:

And I found this one which made me grin, because HI BOOLER I LOVE YOUR SMILE:

Oh and also I got a haircut yesterday, which I am feeling sort of meh about, which is why there is no picture. Basically I went into it wanting some highlights, and a trim but not losing a lot of length. Instead, my hair was so super damaged, with burn spots (my hair dryer keeps igniting, which everyone is horrified when I tell them about, but simmer down, I will get a new one soon) and fried ends so high up that we ended up needing to cut off eight inches to get the damaged part (almost) gone. So yeah it is a lot shorter than I was ready for, and it is fine, I know objectively it looks normal and fine or whatever, I have had hair shorter than this many times in my adult life, but I just... wasn't prepared for it this week. I miss my long hair! I am sad! (I will be fine.)

Sunday, March 30, 2014

Fever Week

Last week I felt down, then had a my second bout of random fever recently, then canceled weekend camping plans for weather, then made alternative plans to visit Ashley, which we also canceled because Charlotte (and then Mark) fell sick, because (this just in! brand new information!) families share sickness. Hi I'm new here.

In the middle of a LONG SAD week, I did do the following, though:

1.) Booked a cruise for next month!

2.) Went to a family dinner at the mexican restaurant where a lady gave Charlotte a princess balloon (from her own birthday balloon bouquet? with Disney princesses? mmmkay) just for being cute, which I thought the big kids would hate and complain about, but they were excited for her. She fairly loved it.

3.) Read two books in two days. I should get sick more.

4.) Finally succumbed and took a facebook quiz. At least it wasn't from Buzzfeed though! And yes I am pleased with my internet quiz result:

All my kids love Elsa best, but I am far more charmed by Anna. Also this SAYS I AM FREE-SPIRITED. SO THERE. (Also, Mark is reading that and rolling his eyes about talking my way out of sticky situations, not that I ever dragged him onto trains we didn't have tickets for and then try to hide from the ticket-takers between cars or anything. Nope.)

5.) Complained on twitter about this crap showing up at our church, a month early. Still! Lent! #occupyLent

6.) Filmed Nathan telling his new favorite joke. (If you can't see the embedded video, click this link.)

(And then apparently never got around to posting this because I am so slow and behind but whatever. Posted now.)

Monday, March 24, 2014

And in Marky News

Here are some things you should know about Mark right now:

1.) He is the type of person who fetches things for me across the house because if I get up, I might get cold.

2.) He has already sorted through taxes and bonus and budget stuff, and has endorsed a cruise which we  hope will be happening in under a month's time. HEARTY SQUEE FOR SUNSHINE.

3.) He has a new job, which has been offered and accepted and is official, and we do not have to move. (!!!!)

You know that feeling you get when someone you love more than anything gets exactly what they want, what they've been hoping for for several years, and it feels totally better than even getting your own hoped-for thing, because you get to be thrilled for them and that whole loving them more than anything thing? THAT IS WHAT I AM FEELING. Happy for me, happy for us, happy for him.

And that's what's new in the Marky news.

Saturday, March 22, 2014

A Saturday

A bird flew into the house right as I sat down to write this post! But then like three seconds after I tweeted about it (and screamed like a little girl) (birds are gross), it flew right back out. So basically that was way less of an adventure than what just flashed before my eyes in a fit of dread.

Also I have officially closed the deck door.

In less exciting news, what I was going to type into this little blog box before nature invaded my space, was this snippet I overheard at the lunch table earlier: "Daddy, guess what's my favorite sauropod that starts with A? No, no, it's not apatosaurus, that's my third favorite." So in case you're curious where we are on the dinosaur thing these days, we're THERE. (Do I laugh or cry?)

Anyway, Mark and Another Nathan are at a movie this afternoon, so I thought this would be a good day to make a chocolate buttermilk cake (WITH COKE IN IT), because why not? Cake is good. This is from Maggie's favorite cookbook ChocolateChocolate, and the best part of how Maggie sent the recipe was the part of the email where she said HAAAA SIFTING! because apparently she and I are the same about that, and yeah nope. I sifted one scoopful, waited to care, still didn't, and sifted no more. It is my way.)

But look how fun baking is with new colorful measuring spoons! Everything good is always better in fun colors. That's my motto. Just go with it.

So basically I messed up in several ways (mostly the frosting, because I carelessly mis-measured, didn't have enough ingredients to fix it, and then compensated for that all wrong (you all want to bake with me now, right?) but it is still delicious! So good! I recommend this cake.

(You put the icing on right out of the oven when the cake is still hot, and apparently my family could not wait til it had cooled, hence the mess. But! Still good!)


End of the day finishing-this-post update: I feel blah and tired, but we played outside, and the cake is still good, and by the time we did showers, Anneliese had bug spray, ketchup, bubbles, and play doh in her hair. Getting that mess detangled caused a sh!tshow of crying we better not re-enact this year, or ever.

Also, I found this picture of Charlotte taking an adorable nap in our bed. I have no idea when Mark took this, and she is doing no such thing now, so let's just pretend, shall we? Okay.

Friday, March 21, 2014

This Week: Milkshakes, Frozen, Air Cello, Bowden

I am a lazy blogger this week (month?) and all I have are snippets of updates, no actual thoughts about anything, which would make me sad if I let myself think about it, so I'm not, I'm just offering a quick brisk clap and some more blogging miscellany.


We had a family date night to Steak 'n Shake (I just amused myself by looking up the correct way to write that, and then got promptly unamused because why is there only one apostrophe? You could use just a letter N and be "cute" (ugh) but if you're going to use one apostrophe to show a missing letter, why not both? Steak-n-shake. I don't know. Gross. I shall henceforth call it only Shake & Shake, which is what Anneliese calls it) and anyway we got this awesome M&M's milkshake, which was not only beautiful but delicious.

Want to know why? See why it looks extra beautiful? Can you imagine why it tasted extra great? No whipped cream. We are not a people of whipped cream. (Well, the kids are, but we won't disown them.) One of the many food things Mark and I can totally agree on: whipped cream never made any food better. Trust us.


We bought Frozen on Tuesday, like everyone else in America. Somewhere between cringing at the word princess when I first carried a girl in my womb five years ago, and this week when I purchased a princess movie on the day it came out, oh I don't know, I don't even know who I am anymore, but I am gladly on board the Disney train. They grabbed me at the Friend Cars (wait, was that even Disney? Pixar? Don't know, don't care, LICENSED CHARACTERS 4 LYFE) and Frozen just melted me (#seewhatIdidthere). This movie is danged delightful.

We had another snowless "snow day" that day (because, of course we did) (I totally understand why They cancel school when the roads are icy, even just a few roads; I know They hate to keep the kids away too, not just for learning purposes but for school lunch purposes and county productivity purposes, I know, I get it, I know I know -- and I rarely complain about school needing to be canceled, because I do understand why -- yet, also, I am over it. All of those truths exist simultaneously, okay? Okay.) so with no real structure to our day, we came right back from the grocery store and shamelessly watched our new movie. Charlotte was just adorable. She knows the whole soundtrack but had never seen the movie, and it blew her little snowman mind, I think.

(I was doing a whole lot of madding things involving warranty claims and changing internet providers and chasing my tail about summer camps, and y'all. I needed some singing snowmen and princesses in my week too.)


Nathan's children's choir sang for the midweek Lenten worship on Wednesday afternoon, which was sweet and lovely, but maybe my favorite part was on the way home when he spent the ride playing air cello along to the Happy song, which I didn't used to love but now I do, because air! cello! I hope Nathan never finds out what is cool and what isn't, because I really just like him a lot, exactly how he is now.


Unrelated to anything, except that I am blogging this from my bed (as one does when one is hiding from house chaos for a few moments), Bowden can no longer jump up on the bed by herself, and it makes me sort of sad. She either sleeps on the couch, or whimpers on the floor nearby til one of us picks her up and pulls her up with us. Over a decade of jumping up easily (from a sitting position! she is a tiny dog! her jumping is impressive!) she suddenly seems... old. We will be procuring some sort of bed-steps for her. Oh yes we will. I looked at a pet supply store this morning to no avail, but I have seen them in the skymall catalog so I know they exist.


Okay it is time for my gym classes. Barbell, then swimming, then a shower in peace, then Target or maybe some mall wandering, followed by dinner ON THE GRILL, and a Roku movie. My weekend starts... now.

Saturday, March 15, 2014

Thumbs Up

I have a million pictures of Anneliese where she looks like she is giving an awkward thumbs up, but it's actually that she's just plucked her thumb from her mouth to grin at the camera, and it's still hanging mid-air.

So there's your random middlest-baby-makes-you-smile anecdote for the day.

(Also let's all take a moment to praise Marky, who, like yours truly, is totally an expert in the selfie art of looking at the dot.)

Thursday, March 13, 2014

Passing the Torch

Mark and I have a new niece and we just might burst from excitement. Mark's brother Nick and his lovely wife Barbara are now the proud parents of a beautiful daughter. Which means Charlotte is passing the torch to a new Goettsch family grandbaby.

Get used to this tiny face because come May, she is going to be spending a lot of time hanging out with us during the day! I cannot wait to see these sweet cousins become sweet friends.

Happy birthday, dear Alana. Welcome to the world, we are glad you're here, and we love you already, so much.

Wednesday, March 12, 2014

Snow Aventure

Hey remember that time we got stranded in a sudden snow and had to abandon the car and WALK to try to get home, with ALL THREE KIDS?


The sun is shining now and spring feels dangerously close, which means I finally, a month later, can tell this story without panic rising back up into my throat and tears hovering behind my eyes.

I have no idea where to start. Okay. I will start at noon. (All these times are approximate, obviously, based on texts and my phone log.)

11:45 - All three kids are home since we have a snow day off school, so we decide to pick up Another Nathan at church for lunch before the snow starts (predicted about noonish) (the last snow day, we waited til 7pm for what was predicted at noon. #context).

12:13 - I sit in the van and let the big kids run up to the sanctuary to pull Another Nathan away from practicing (gently! with walking feet! and whisper voices!) (I remind them every time, but HA) and it has juuuust started snowing. I take a picture in my snow! day! excitement! to text to Liz in Utah and show her our second NC snow of the year. This is that picture:


12:20 - We arrive at Zaxby's, we eat chicken and grilled cheese and, with some mounting concern, we watch the parking lot turn pretty white pretty fast. We order a milkshake to share on the way home, and decide to leave. In a fit of smarts, seeing how slowly traffic is moving outside, I take the big kids to go potty before we get back in the car. Anneliese says she only has to poop but not pee. Who does that??? No one goes poop and not pee! No one! (Stay tuned, this will be relevant later.) (You can already see it coming, right?)

1pm - There is enough snow we have to legit scrape off the van before we can drive away. Uh-oh. That was... fast.

1:05 - The roads are very freaking slippery. I wish to not be driving on them. Why is there no salt? Is this snow or ice? It is very slick. It takes me only several hundred yards to haaaaaate it, and start worrying. We go several blocks and get to the top of a hill, on a main busy road, that no one is going down, because they can't get back up. Suddenly there is snow everywhere and no one can get where they want and we get very wide eyes. This doesn't happen in Raleigh! We turn around, FOR THE FIRST TIME.

1:10 - Another Nathan gets out and pushes the van over an incline, FOR THE FIRST TIME.

1:15 - Back on less-gridlocked residential streets, a car in front of us makes it over a slight slope only to careen directly into a ditch on the decline.

1:16 - We panic, FOR THE FIRST TIME.

1:17 - Mark texts from work (where he is in panic mode himself, ice on power lines is no joke) to say that traffic throughout the city is gridlocking, and checking to make sure we are safe at home. Ummm.

1:20 - We are in the hilliest neighborhood in Raleigh. (I HAVE NEVER NOTICED ALL THESE HILLS BEFORE) and no matter which way we try to go, we are caught either behind someone who is stuck, or at the bottom of a hill we can't get up ourselves. We turn on a movie in the back of the van and Another Nathan and I try to breathe deeply and talk to each other in low soothing voices about how we can not freak out, because then the kids will freak out (we have ALL! THREE! KIDS! omg).

The hour of misery: We are in a blur of icy street after icy street, snow piling up faster than it ever does around here, and no one knows how to drive in it, and basically everyone in the city is just stuck. This happened nine years ago and it took like eight hours to get home, and I hit a school bus in the process, and had to walk a few miles. This cannot be happening again. With kids. No no no no.

We are arguing about which way to try next, weighing which roads would take us back closer to church or to our house, which ones are too hilly to try, which ones are flat but would make us backtrack. We try many turns, most of which fail us and we need to turn around, which almost always involves more pushing. Another Nathan and I are crying at different intervals (never at the same time, thank goodness), giving up on one road after another after another, meanwhile more and more cars are stuck and hard to get around, and the snow is falling faster, and the roads are slicker and slicker, and we are basically driving in circles around several small blocks. The kids have gotten very quiet in the back of the van.

1:55 - I call my Montreat friend Amy who lives somewhat nearby, halfway knowing we might need to walk to her house, and halfway hoping she will have some smart ideas for a route to try. She knows the neighborhood well, and tells us the least hilly streets that will get us closest to church. Another Nathan hates it because it involves some backtracking, but I am panicky-insistent that we have to try something, and now, so we decide to take her advice. Several times, Another Nathan (sometimes alone, sometimes with the help of strangers) has to get out and push, but mostly the route works. (Until later when it doesn't.)

2:10 - The movie we put on in the back of the van is just playing an endless loop of previews, and the kids are officially now more aware of us than the stuck dvd player. They are scared. Nathan is weepy. Anneliese is whiny. Charlotte is wide-eyed. We are still trying, slowly, block by block, to make progress towards home.

2:15 - We are in an intersection of two tiny streets in a residential neighborhood, and every direction goes up. But the van will not go up. With all the other cars waiting to cross when we got to this cross street, we couldn't get enough momentum to get down the hill and back up, so now we are stuck. I shed a few tears. Other cars are making it! Why can't we make it? I am furious at the other people who deigned to be on the road in the same intersection at the same time as me and my own snow problems, who made it impossible for me to careen on through, and now I am stuck and I HATE ALL OF HUMANITY AND EVERYTHING IS TERRIBLE.

2:15 - A nice man helps push for a while and then convinces Another Nathan (who convinces me) that we are definitely not getting up the hill, so we should pull to the side of the road and stop trying. We sit for a moment and stare at each other, and he talks to Mark on the phone about what to do, and my head is spinning and I am only vaguely aware of what they were talking about, only vaguely aware of where we even are. I do not want to walk but I do not want to stay in the car with all the kids.

2:20 - I stop panicking and crying for the moment, and Another Nathan starts. He does not want to stay but he does not want to walk with all the kids.

2:21 - But if we are going to try to make it somewhere on foot (WHERE???) we need go. Now.

2:22 - I check google maps and tell a careful white lie about exactly how far we are from church. (I tell him it is just under a mile. It is... about twice that. Fine for just us, miserable with three poorly-attired young children.) But I convince Another Nathan if we can just make it to church, we'd have food and heat and diapers and bathrooms, and we could camp there for the night if we had to. He has keys. We would be warm. We would be safe. We just have to make it to church. We make the decision to walk.

2:23 - But before we can set out on foot, Anneliese says she has to pee. (BECAUSE SHE DIDN'T GO WHEN SHE POOPED REMEMBER?) So I do what I have no choice but to do, pick a random house, and ring the doorbell.

And Y'ALL. This could be a blog post all its own. The owners of the house have clearly been enjoying some sexaaay playtime, in the living room (one answered the door in a waist towel, the other was on the couch under a blanket, both seemingly otherwise naked), everything smelled like weed, and they were all chatty about how beeeeeautiful the snow day was.

Okay so I try not to see anything around me (so! dirty! messy! I can't even!) and we beeline for the bathroom where Anneliese pees and I looked all around and I am surrounded by... wait for it, this is the weirdest part of the day... FINGERS. Wax fingers. (Another Nathan has since corrected me, saying they weren't likely wax but maybe... latex? rubber? Something. Anyway, they looked like wax.) Here are the ones in the soap dish:
(That is the only picture I got of the whole adventure. That's it. Those fingers. Enjoy.) (That soap dish cleanliness is indicative of the whole house.) (I am saying this in a kind voice. Thank you, kind sirs who let my kid pee when we were stranded!)

2:27 - We traipse back to the parked van but of course I left my phone in The House, so I have to go back and knock on their door again, (and then again! when I can't find it the first time I go back), until I finally find it on the towel bar in the bathroom (it was the only place to set it down, since everywhere else in there was full of fingers!) (Another Nathan: "dammit why did you even take it out of your pocket??" WELL, TO TAKE A PICTURE OF THE FINGERS, NATHAN.)

2:30 - Back outside at the van, Nathan and Charlotte have been fortified with milkshake sips (yep, Zaxby's milkshake, still in the car) and assured that no, buddy, it isn't that all the people are mean and no one wants to help us, it is the snow, not mean people (haaaaaaa poor boy) and I insist on trying one more time to drive us up out of that crossroads.

2:34 - Attempt is tear-filled and futile. We are officially abandoning the van and walking. It has come to this.

2:35 - We lock up the non-essentials (including my purse, and Hattie) (!!) and take only what we need: the kids, a few diapers stuffed in jackets, our phones (Nathan's is basically dead by now), keys and a credit card, and we start walking. With three kids. In blinding white wind-in-our-face snow OH MY GEEEESH.

2:35 to 3:45 - The second hour of misery: walking in a winter wonderland MY ASS. The kids are in tennis shoes, no gloves, no hats. The wind is blowing snow into our faces. We take turns carrying Charlotte, whom we cannot convince to turn her face against the wind, and as a result her coat hood will not stay on, and it only takes a few minutes for her wispy hair to freeze into icicles around her face (in hindsight I cannot believe I have no picture of this, but it was the hardest part of our day, so).

Another Nathan has the big kids put their hands in their sleeves and look at the ground and walk as fast and carefully as they can. We make jokes about the Von Trapps. ("If they can climb over that mountain to Switzerland, we can make it to Oberlin Road!" "Wait wasn't that in summer though?" "Snowflakes that stay on my noses and eyelashes THAT IS NO ONE'S FAVORITE THING.") (Snowflakes were totally frozen to both Anneliese and Another Nathan's eyelashes.) (No pictures, GAH.) We sing songs. We talk about things people should invent to make snow better. We are freaking the eff out inside, but we are chatty and smiling underneath making Worried Eyes at each other, and it mostly keeps the kids in good spirits. Mostly. It is cold and it is wet and it feels like forever. It takes us about an hour to go the first mile.

3:45 - We make it to a shopping center with a restaurant that for some reason seems to be open. We go inside to pee and thaw out for a minute, and then we continue our trek. There is already enough snow on the ground that we can't tell road, from sidewalks, from green areas. Very weird for us.

3:55 - Since this road is busier and every car is basically heading right for our church, I get hopeful we can flag someone down to drive us the rest of the way. And we do: a nice man who works for the post office and suddenly whoa wait OMG we are hitchiking! with no car seats! Another Nathan in the backseat with both girls in his lap, me in the front with Nathan and the driver. Wuuuuut is our day turning into.

4:00 - The nice man brought us the last (long) few blocks to church, which has saved us. I have never been so glad to see our church parking lot, ever.

4:05 - Another Nathan goes all business on us, all Iowa, all midwestern snow survivor. Okay! Everybody inside, take off your coats! Wet coats inside feel colder than no coats! Here kids, stay right here, don't move, read these board books about communion! Erin please go upstairs and find my phone charger! I am going to get a shovel to dig my car out etc etc etc! and OH MAN I am glad he is taking charge because at this point I am DONE.

4:25 - I have procured kid-sized backup socks, sweatshirts and hats from the lost and found. I cannot find the phone charger. I also cannot find Another Nathan's boss, whose car is still buried in the parking lot but doesn't seem to have gone home with anyone else. I make lots of phone calls to track him down, leave a marker note for him on the whiteboard in the choir room because we are making a break for our house, we don't want to leave him stranded. Being stuck in a snowstorm makes everyone feel VERY CARING AND TEAM TOGETHERY, YO. True story. (It turns out he had brought good winter gear, and walked like four miles home on his own, tired and cold but perfectly safe.) So I am just finishing all of that when Another Nathan bursts in and says his car is cleared, and up on the road, and he is brisk-clapping us to get bundled and get going again.

4:30 - The kids are buckled in a row across the backseat of Another Nathan's little civic (we have car seats for the girls this time; *praise hands* for never remembering to take them out of his car) and they all three look wide-eyed and shellshocked. Finally I am not driving, finally home seems attainable, I am starting to feel okay, yet still I do not think to take a picture.

4:35 - We make it through the only trecherous intersection between church and my house, and we breathe a sigh of relief. We can walk from here if we need to. Home is within reach! We know we will make it! Nathan and I both have giddy-relief tears right behind our eyes.

4:37 - Some dumb van is stopped in the middle of the road (for no reason, waiting for another car to go?) and is blocking any good path for other cars to get through. I have to get out and navigate Another Nathan through it. I exchange Words with the driver of the van. He is not nice. (Very Caring Team Togethery FAIL, dude.) I do not need to push the car while I am out there, which strikes little Nathan as patently unfair, and when he recounts the story later, he consistently tells the part where I didn't push Another Nathan's car but Another Nathan pushed our van and mommy didn't even help him. So.

4:45 - We can see our house! We make one attempt to get into the driveway, fail miserably, and gladly just park across the street. We fairly jump up and down cheering as we muck through the snowy yard, our exhausted wet cold victory lap. HOME.


(Those are snowflakes, not asterisks. Just go with it.)

And then we spent the next five hours trying to unwind, which was not easy. We felt anxious basically all night. We hung our socks by the fireplace to dry, I made dinner, no one played outside in the snow like last time, and Another Nathan spent the night in the guest house before making it home safely the next day -- after almost getting run over by a snowplow while scraping his car on our street (he had to jump inside for cover) (it broke his side mirror) (I had never seen one before; I had no idea how fast they go!) (in related news I am officially now terrified of snowplows).

And then the day after THAT things were finally melted enough to go back for the van, which was right where we left it. A tree had fallen right behind it (!!!!) but not on it, thank goodness. And even on the third day, it was hard to wrestle the van up that incline and dislodge it from the ice.

(Scraping ice off the car you recently abandoned, while wearing shorts? On Valentine's day? You might live in North Carolina.)

Oh, and then, AND THEN, I couldn't find my keys. HAHAHA OF COURSE. (A certain oddly observant friend had a flash memory of them on the desk at church two days before, and indeed there they were.)

Oh y'all. I know many people had it  much, much worse in this icy traffic fiasco, but for us with the kids, THIS WAS TERRIBLE. Like, legit stressful, probably will never forget it, terrible. And I don't know what much more to say about it besides thank goodness it is over, thank goodness that despite how scared we felt in the moment, it was not as bad as it could have been, and thank goodness spring is looming.

And that's the story of why we never did finish our Zaxby's milkshake.

Tuesday, March 11, 2014

Flip Flops

The other day a couple of midwestern friends here were giving me a hard time about how for southerners, flip flop weather is any weather above freezing hardy har har.

To that I say: ...well, I was going to say AMEN, but maybe that's a stretch. But! Anything approaching spring is definitely fair game. And anything in the 50s is definitely approaching spring.

So, here it is, March 11th:

We're not sorry.