Thursday, July 14, 2016

Dinner Conversation

Overheard at dinner the other night (this is after the reasonable time it should take anyone to eat a delicious dinner, when Chuck and I have already left the table to get stuff done):

Ollie: Rhett, are you pondering what I am pondering right now?

Tuesday, July 12, 2016

One Reason (among the many) My Sister Should Come Visit More Often

Okay, so maybe I had some things to document.

Before trips, I like to clean the house. There's something amazing about coming home, tired from vacation, to a clean house. But cleaning before this trip was imperative because shortly after we come back, my sister and her crew arrive! So not only are we cleaning, but we're organizing too. We're getting rid of junk and even selling some stuff. I am so excited about the state of my house, I can barely stand it. However, the boys are a bit frustrated because as we clean each part of the house it then becomes off-limits. Ha. (Hence the bathrooms getting done the last minute possible.) But it's so worth it. If only we can keep it clean for those two days after we get back and before Emily comes. I think so. I anticipate that jet lag will leave us too tired to actually do anything!

Thursday, July 7, 2016

A Wet 4th

Because rain was in our forecast, we kept our day low-key. Bike rides, neighborhood outdoor games (before rain), BBQ outside under the canopy, and an on-time bedtime. Perfect (at least for this year)!

P.S. I should have mentioned that yes, I ordered five pairs of shoes from Zappos, but I returned four of them. These are the ones I kept. I'm pleased.

P.P.S. The blog will be quiet for the next three weeks. Should you want to know why, follow me on Instagram.

P.P.P.S. Should you want more, follow Ollie's pig on Instagram @refrigeratedpork.

Tuesday, July 5, 2016

My Own Personal Terrible-Horrible

Shopping for clothes pretty much sucks, right? Of course right. Unless you're super thin, it's the worst. And even then, things still probably don't fit you well. My body never fits right in clothes and so the experience is completely ignored.

Shoes, however, now that should be fun, right? WRONG. At least wrong when you wear the size of a preteen. Not only are shoes not often made in my size (most companies start at size 6), the ones that are are kids' shoes. And kid shoes, for a woman nearing 40, are not okay. BUT. The other day whilst perusing Amazon, I found some I really liked. Like a lot. In my size. So of course I ordered them immediately. Guess what happened? The next day I got an email from the company telling me they were actually out of stock. I literally started crying.

So what did I do? Buy five pairs on Zappos.