Month in Review

Sooo...we're glad February is behind us. Here's a few highlights of how our month went:



1)Brian's LSAT disappointment. Does this need anymore explanation?



2)Car trouble. In case you didn't know, we are driving the same van that my parents got when I was in high school. After a week and a half in the shop, we were told that it needed a transmission and that would be $1200, please. Everyday I recite this mantra "I grateful for a car, I'm grateful for a car." On the plus side, it has been the source of a lot of jokes. Jen's new nickname for it: the Shortbus.



3) Skip. This is a guy that Brian went to high school and church with and came to visit us after our wedding. He got us a ice cream maker. He was just arrested for murdering his parents. When I met him, he was working at Wells Fargo. When he killed his mom and dad, he was a professional gambler. How does that happen in a few years? As my brother would say, "Judas."


4) School. That's all I have to say about that.

5) Monkey bathroom! Brian knew just how to end our month on a positive note by bringing home a bathroom set that I'd been jonesing for. I graciously accepted and wouldn't allow myself to see the receipt. Why ruin a good moment with reality, right? I love it. It is categorized as a 'kids collection'. I actually really enjoy decorating, but something called $$$$ sort of hinders my creative side. Thanks, B! I'd show a picture, but the camera went AWOL. I wonder where it could be this time...



I'm not sure how long I can stand to have that creepy picture of Skip up there, so I might take that off soon.

Was that enough for one short month? Did I forget something? Oh, wait...

6)Age. We are officially old. I mentioned to Leah that it would be Dad's birthday soon and she said "Again? He's having ANOTHER birthday?" Also, I was talking to a newly married couple about a large beanbag that we don't want and they said "Well, it's cool for young people like us." Thank you. As if I didn't see the wrinkles this morning in the mirror. Which brings me to this...

7)Beanbag. We were kindly gifted an enormous beanbag (think Luv Sac. Actually...don't.) from the Walker's. It's been sitting in Hannah's room for a few months, and after it was pulled away from the wall today...drum roll please...huge mold colonies up the wall, in the carpet, all over the beanbag and taking over a few unwanted stuffed animals. On the other side was a too-big-for-my-comfort pile of mouse poopies, right next to the crib. Everyday I recite this mantra "I'm grateful for a place to live, I'm grateful for a place to live." Mom and Dad's basement is looking better every minute. (Don't panic, Mapleton folk. It was a joke.)


Comments

Jacob said…
the term love sack can be placed in the same category as poppycock. They just don't sound clean to me.
March 1, 2009 at 8:09 PM
Unknown said…
HAHAHAHA! What in the world IS poppycock, anyway?!
March 2, 2009 at 5:27 AM
Jacob said…
you also might want to change "porking at wells fargo" to working at wells fargo. Porking at wellsfargo sounds pretty dirty...still not as bad as killing your parents though.
March 2, 2009 at 12:47 PM
Unknown said…
I saw that and it made me laugh so hard that I didn't want to change it!maybe I'll edit when I remove his scummy little picture. I was a bit loopy when I wrote this post, in case you couldn't tell.
March 2, 2009 at 1:04 PM
Andrew Walker said…
poppycock (noun) A grandfather's Love Sack.
March 2, 2009 at 6:03 PM
Unknown said…
Andy-you did not just go there! HAHAHA! I needed a good laugh this week...thanks guys!
March 2, 2009 at 6:51 PM
Jacob said…
did it really have to be a grandfather's love sack? come on, anyone but grandpa....
March 2, 2009 at 7:12 PM
Unknown said…
I'll admit I have a soft spot for Gramps, but he does ask for it.
March 3, 2009 at 12:08 PM
mrswade said…
I'm not sure which made me laugh more...the actual post, or the comments!
March 4, 2009 at 6:43 PM
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