Tomorrow we leave for Alaska [Alaska!] for a week, thus (?) I won't be around here much. Not that I've been around much anyway.
That's all.
Um....
So the other day, I'm at the gas station and I see these two guys pumping (bought) air into an empty soda bottle.
I have no idea why.
Maybe I should ask Mr. Lala.
I have no idea why.
Maybe I should ask Mr. Lala.
What I am Currently Thinking About.
Know what sucks?
Kidney Stones.
Know what really really sucks?
Two kidney stones. That won't pass.
Know what makes having kidney stones a bit more fun? Saying it like this.
KidNEY Stooones. See? Hilarious. I can't stop laughing.
And yes...I really do have 2 kidney stones.
Kidney Stones.
Know what really really sucks?
Two kidney stones. That won't pass.
Know what makes having kidney stones a bit more fun? Saying it like this.
KidNEY Stooones. See? Hilarious. I can't stop laughing.
And yes...I really do have 2 kidney stones.
In Which I Try to Find the Motivation to Actually Keep Up This Blogging Thing.
Somehow, in 5 years of marriage, Herman and I never actually got to celebrate an anniversary. So he decided to make up for it this year, telling me (about a month ago) that he was going to take me out of town the weekend of our anniversary. But of course he wouldn't tell me where, which drove me nuts and prompted me to implement the "clue a day" game. Which he skillfully avoided on most occasions*. Well played indeed.
On Thursday night he revealed that we would be driving down to LA. But my husband doesn't do anything half assed. I would have been completely content to drive my own beloved car down there, but do you know what he did instead? He rented us this. For the whole weekend. To drive. Yeah.
Friday night we finally got to go to Hotel Cafe where we enjoyed some great beer and live music. Saturday morning we woke up and promptly turned on the tv to watch Portugal once again beat England (a la Euro Cup 2004). Which, by the way, dear Wayne Rooney - it's never a good idea to step on another guys crotch. Even I know that. The rest of the day was spent shopping**, then Herman took me to an incredible Japanese/California infusion (?) restaurant, which was amazing, but I can't for the life of me remember what it's called. I'll get back to you on that.
Sunday we woke up and drove to Vegas (Vegas!) where we stayed here. Ate a bunch of food, walked in the 200 degree Nevada desert heat. Took a gondola ride through the very clean (and very unlike the real thing) waters of the hotel. Shopped a bit more. Blah. Blah. Blah (I'm even boring myself here. I can't imagine what it's like for all of you).
We do have a ton of photos which I'll post later.
That's all. It was a good weekend.
*He is not only master of the gift giving, he is also master of evading direct questions. Usually by pretending he didn't hear me, and walking away. Nicely, of course.
**Is it completely weird that my husband has more clothes than I do? Yeah, I think so to. I packed my entire wardrobe to CA for the summer - in one suitcase.
On Thursday night he revealed that we would be driving down to LA. But my husband doesn't do anything half assed. I would have been completely content to drive my own beloved car down there, but do you know what he did instead? He rented us this. For the whole weekend. To drive. Yeah.
Friday night we finally got to go to Hotel Cafe where we enjoyed some great beer and live music. Saturday morning we woke up and promptly turned on the tv to watch Portugal once again beat England (a la Euro Cup 2004). Which, by the way, dear Wayne Rooney - it's never a good idea to step on another guys crotch. Even I know that. The rest of the day was spent shopping**, then Herman took me to an incredible Japanese/California infusion (?) restaurant, which was amazing, but I can't for the life of me remember what it's called. I'll get back to you on that.
Sunday we woke up and drove to Vegas (Vegas!) where we stayed here. Ate a bunch of food, walked in the 200 degree Nevada desert heat. Took a gondola ride through the very clean (and very unlike the real thing) waters of the hotel. Shopped a bit more. Blah. Blah. Blah (I'm even boring myself here. I can't imagine what it's like for all of you).
We do have a ton of photos which I'll post later.
That's all. It was a good weekend.
*He is not only master of the gift giving, he is also master of evading direct questions. Usually by pretending he didn't hear me, and walking away. Nicely, of course.
**Is it completely weird that my husband has more clothes than I do? Yeah, I think so to. I packed my entire wardrobe to CA for the summer - in one suitcase.
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