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If I did I'd have to admit that Clay and I just shared a bowl of queso and chips made from Velveeta "cheese" and Ro-tel.

I love my dear friend Henley but she is from the south and taught us about this disgusting snack.

Next week I'll teach her about gefilte fish.

New Feature: Guest Column

This is a post from the husband. Okay, you know the story about how the people knew the princess was a real princess because she couldn't sleep with the pea hidden under 20 mattresses? I think it is called the Princess and the Pea. Well, we now know that my wife is distinctly and decidedly NOT a princess. She just discovered this morning that she had been sleeping the last TWO nights with a pair of scissors in the front pocket of her pajamas. And, she didn't even notice! They didn't bother her a bit. In fact, she slept better than she has in weeks. Princess... Ha!

PS: don't tell her I posted on this. OK?

99 cents for peace of mind?

My dear sweet Goldie took a ballpoint pen and colored on our freshly painted wall and door. Grrrrr...

Tonight while shopping at "Expired Foods" on MLK (AKA: Grocery Outlet where all products are seconds away from expiring or already expired) I found sponges called Dual Erase Aways. (99 cents a box and two sponges!!) They claimed to clean crayon and most gunk from all surfaces.

These magic puppies took the pen off in seconds!

Woo-hoo, what a find.

I asked Clay to go back there tomorrow and get me about 100 more boxes, simply for the peace of mind. He said no.

I don't understand why. They don't expire and I hear they work on children.

YUM!

I just finished eating an entire box of Somoas, you know the caramel and coconut Girl Scout cookies?

The odd part is that I don't really even like 'em. Hmmmm...

I think I'll chase them down with some thin mint ones.

Another quote

"Are Cheerios and beer a weird dinner?"

Said Clay tonight after he missed the yummy dinner of yakisoba at Nana and Baba's house.

The funny part was that he wasn't joking.

Dr. Visit

I had my 35 week check today. Doctor Koala said things look good. (I lost two pounds while I had my nasty cold!)
The funniest part of my visit was when she saw my socks and commented that the combo of my socks and shirt were going to give her a migraine.

Quick Update

I just can't stay up past 9:30pm! Actually nobody in our family can.

I'll give just a quick update, mostly for the grandparents and aunties 'cause I'm not sure that anyone else will find this interesting.

Goldie likes to dress like a ballerina in ballet slippers and twirly skirts. Tonight she wanted to wear a tutu to bed.

George woke up last night at 4 a.m. with a "fuzzy arm". He was crying 'cause his arm fell asleep and it freaked him out.

Goldie takes her shoes and socks off at every opportunity. In the car, in co-op, in the supermarket, EVERYWHERE! (And, do you know how big my belly is and how hard it is to constantly bend down and put them back on?)

Clay is reading The Trumpet of the Swan by E.B. White to George. George loves it but was confused by the part about the daddy swan crashing through a store window to steal a trumpet for his mute son. As George was falling asleep he asked, "Is that what we do when we have to have something?" Clay explained the best he could that birds don't talk or have jobs so that's what they do.

We had guests over for dinner and George put on his "wrestler outfit," which involves a bike helmet and underpants. He wanted to take off his underpants and Clay explained that it isn't polite to get naked when we have guests. To which George replied, "No, it's okay. I was going to leave the helmet on."

Clay is getting irritated by Goldie increasingly referring to him as "Clay Martin" instead of the more traditional "Daddy."

I made Snicker doodle cookies yesterday for the adorable two-year-old boy next door, simply because I was so charmed by him referring to them as "chicken noodle cookies."

Clay would like to report that Starbucks instant coffee isn't as good as the real thing, but pretty darned good for instant coffee.

And finally, George saw a pirate, complete with eye patch, eating dinner in his kitchen and was very interested. Turns out our friends, who invited us over for dinner, recently moved next door to Dale Chihully. Really.

too tired

I'm too tired to write but have so many funny stories to report.
My back is hurtin' me and I need to get into bed.
Tomorrow, I promise tomorrow.

PS- another thing Clay does which is mildly disgusting is not flushing toilets.
I know it is a good way to be kind to the earth but he's taking it too far.
Our toilets are nasty.

Clay

How do I love thee, let me count the ways.

But first, let's briefly talk about his faults. He only has two so we can keep this short.

The first is that he can't dress Goldie. He puts her in the craziest outfits that include pants with dresses that are on backward. And the colors never compliment each other and she looks silly rather than cute.

The other is that he doesn't understand a "woman's needs." For example, I need small extravegances, such as flowers, earrings, rings etc... He thinks I need spatulas, towels, Starbucks gift certificates and encyclopedias. Harrumph! (all the aforementioned were actual gifts sometime during our 13-plus year relationship.)

Last night during the night I awoke during a coughing fit and looked over at him, asleep and thought I'm a lucky lady. He looked so cute with his leg poking out of the covers...

And, he does dress George and himself very well.

Gift Certificate Poll

$50 for Starbucks or $50 for Bellevue Square, which one would you pick?

No More Free Stuff For Me

When I was a kid my friend ate a bakery sample at the Alberson's on Mercer Island, didn't like it and spit it back onto the sampler plate. When we walked by a few minutes later it was gone, consumed by an unsuspecting shopper. At the tender age of 26, just kidding- more like twelve, I thought this was hysterical.

Fast forward to 2009
I'm shopping at QFC in Bellevue near Nana's house and there is an older man in the cheese section eating out of the sample tray with a toothpick. He's standing there like it's a buffet and actually knocking the samples around with his used toothpick, hunting for the largest pieces. He stood there eating for a good four minutes. I timed him.

Today at my QFC on 15th I saw someone doing the same thing with fruit. She stood eating piece after piece of fresh pineapple and strawberries with the same used toothpick. (When I say it was the same used toothpick, I don't mean the same one the old man in Bellevue used... Oh, you know what I mean.)

Anyway, the point is that I'm DONE with free samples. And lord knows I like free Stuff. But I'm done. Dee You En. DONE!