Woah, it’s been a while, hasn’t it?
Just a popping in to share our annual photo. Life’s good, Internet.
Fall semester starts in 11 hours …
Summer semester done.
3 weeks to catch my breath.
Our new fridge arrived today, and it was delivered by the same strong fellow that delivered all our other appliances in the past two years. If I had known that everything except the stove (knock in wood, puhlease!) was going to die within 2 years of buying the Cottage, we may have jumped on that stainless steel bandwagon. Oh well. Our kitchen shall continue to be non-trendy. Lord knows the green countertops aren’t helping anything anyway.
If you’ll let me brag for just a moment, I shall tell you that our beautiful new side by side with internal filtration and a working ice machine (hallelujah!) was purchased at a steep discount thanks, inadvertently, to my iPhone. Home Depot price matches, you see, and after finding a model that would fit inside the Cottage’s kitchen, I plopped myself down in the Garden Center and did google search after google search on my phone to find the best price in all the internets. Sears Outlet offered the same model for $720, compared to Home Depot’s $1200 (though in full disclosure, HD was offering a promo of $200 off anyway, so the price would have actually been $1000). HD price matched with no complaint, so we saved almost $500 from the sticker price, nearly $300 from the real price. Add free delivery and free haul away (I lurve you, Home Depot) and this unexpected expense became a bit easier to swallow.
I’m at the place where I have so much to do, I’m coping with the stress by not doing anything. Clearly, this is not a sustainable. Gah! I used to be so much more responsible.
A quick update for you neglected friends of mine (and lovely strangers):
– My DC trip was a total success, a wonderful get away, a soul-restorer and ego booster. I even fulfilled a life-long dream of getting to ride the underground train on the Senate side! (Should you doubt my enthusiasm, rest assured that when I tell that story in person, my voice raises two octaves).
– I’ve been busy painting the basement (be gone absurd-mint-green-concrete-walls!) and I’m excited to show them off when it’s ready. So, get as excited as you can about seeing someone else’s basement, as that is going to happen. AND YOU WILL LOVE IT. I hope. (Yea!)
– My tulips are popping up, and we are closer to spring and seeds and tomatoes than we are to snow and ice and misery, and that is worth a toast (or two!).
Then you have to watch this:
Another dorky confession:
At John’s insistence, we recently watched Doctor Who Series 5 … woah. Go do it. You don’t even have to start at Season 1 – just jump right to Season 5 and Matt Smith. You can thank me later.
(not my dog)
She also will chase cherry tomatoes that we throw for her. I have a million cherry tomatoes, so that’s cute. But I only have 5 watermelon (thus far), so her trying to eat them? Not cute.
What else is happing at Casa de A-M? I saw Crazy Stupid Love with a friend yesterday (while our husbands watched baseball) and thoroughly enjoyed it. Recommend! John finished his summer course right in time to take a breather before grad school starts up again. My Neon has returned to me and you can’t even tell she hit a pole (unless you checked our bank account)! Hurray! Also, and most importantly, it’s my Mama’s birthday. Happy birthday Mama!
You put on jeans and your dog thinks she’s going on a W-A-L-K. She literally smelled my legs, then ran to the door.
Sidenote: John’s decided to become someone who “exercises,” so in addition to cycling to work, he’s been taking Pashicakes on a run every evening, which means my position as favorite parent is in jeopardy – you can see the transition has already begun … !
Sheesh, I hit my mid-twenties and my hair exploded, curls everywhere.
Don’t worry, I have a planned-puppy-play-date with a terrier named Hank in my arsenal. Can the hubs compete with THAT?
And I was thissssssss close to surprising John with a 3-week old Valentine, but rational Katie interceded and reminded me that Pashi thrives as an only child.
More selfishly, the dog currently takes up 1/2 of my 1/2 of our bed, and here’s the deal: I can’t lose any more Katie-mass to make room for one more furry child.