So, let's talk about pleasant things, can we?
Like, how we went to the lake with friends this weekend.
Where I drank way too many Mike's Hard Berry's and started wearing the kids' entertainment.
No, I have not seen your frisbee! Stop asking!
I brought 1800 buns, yet a spatula never occurred to me.
A flattened Guiness container is handy!
Or a bottle opener.
Just before slicing his thumb open with a key. Here Gilbert! Have a bun!
Then of course we played drunk badminton. Which, incidentally, is much more fun than regular badminton because when you lose the birdy, you start using Oreos!
It was good to laugh and see Chris relax for the first time in a year and just hang out. In the sun, I should add. Which was so not okay since I am AllergenGirl. I've had scales on my face ever since. And I think I may possibly be growing a tail. I scare me.
What else is new? Oh! We are very tricky and clever and decided to take the house off the market for two whole days. This way we can relist on Friday and shock and amaze a buyer with our new-listing-ness. I know it's weak, but you've seen my other ideas and well, I think my dog and the deer would fight.
In other news, Savannah lost her first tooth!
It only took three weeks of daily prodding, but it finally came out at story time at the library. Which, can I tell you what it means when your child hits a milestone at story time at the freaking library? It means you sound like the most rockingest parent ever. Because you listen to them call every grandparent and aunt to announce "I lost my tooth during story time at the library!".
And do you know what every family member is hearing? They're hearing "my mother is very actively involved in my upbringing and exposes me to good clean fun on a regular basis". What it doesn't say is "my mom is on the interweb all day while I serve myself soup from dented cans". And that is a good thing.
She's got a second loose one on the way. I think I'm going to take her to the Art & History Museum and bring pliers.
I will leave you with this: Would you like to know what the most awkward situation is? It's the one where you cancel your last session with your trainer claiming to have a "conference call" and then you're in the McDonalds drive-thru 10 minutes later shouting your McGriddle order into the intercom when you look up and see his face in your rear view mirror. With one eyebrow raised.
Now it's official. We have to move.