I Had a Faceboock Account for 12 Seconds

And it was so frickin' scary.

The second I typed in my email address it listed multiple pages of people I might know. And I did!

I looked behind me. I felt like I was being watched. Did Facebook get a hold of my high school diary? How do they do this? My heart started racing as I frantically looked for the unsubscribe button.

How do I unsubscribe?

I don't want contact with the nose picker who sat behind me in second grade.

Ex-boyfriends, I'm married. Yes, happily.

I immediately told Clay that if this company goes public, buy their stock. They are extremely effective at what they do.

My heart is still racing.

Queer Eyes for the "straight" Guy

Tonight on date night we went to a fancy, schmancy eye glass store in Bellevue. (The babysitter named Nana lives in Bellevue.)

Clay tried on various glasses and I'm requesting your vote. Ignore his crazy facial hair, it is temporary.

The clerks at the store were absolutely fawning over Clay. I was playing with Milo on this cool ottoman (see picture) and I heard one of them say "You've such a nice face" and "This pair really make your muscles look big."

They thought he was such a hunk...

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upside down but still very cool

Like Butter!

No, our family does not "like" butter. Our family LOVES butter. We love it more than sunshine, more than bunny rabbits, more than life itself. So, Nicole, my sister-in-law, not only brought really cool coloring sheets for the table but she also brought butter in the shape of a turkey!

She's the best.

And the turkey was delicious... the meat one that is.

Update

One hour in the oven and things are lookin' good!


Watch out for Wolverine!

I'll Keep You Posted On This One...

Above is my 15lb turkey, in a HUGE bag, on our kitchen floor. I'm home alone, kind of, and trying to move it into the basement refrigerator.

I'm out of breath and praying this brining process works.

I Know What You're Thinking

You want to be married to me.

You want to wake up to the sweet, sweet smell of these waffles cooking.
Imagine a donut crossed with a waffle with delicious bits of crusty sugar.
I've been obsessed with learning to make these since having them at Cafe Arosa a few years back. (I'd go into the cafe and snoop around asking all kinds of questions to try and figure out the secret recipe.) Debbie, the evil one who introduced me to Arosa, found the recipe online for me. Thanks Debbie!

http://www.notmartha.org/archives/2009/11/20/gaufres-de-liege-the-waffle-that-has-made-me-forget-about-all-others/



And guess who knows how to sit up!

I'm Nuts

Approximately every other time I go grocery shopping I buy a jar of peanut butter. I'm so worried that we'll run out and I keep forgetting that we have 18 jars at home.

This is exactly how hoarders start out.