After finding some coverless buttons in my sewing box, I used leftover fabric to make the stove knobs. I'm pretty excited about how it turned out. We picked up the utensils (which will likely be Rhett's favorite part of the entire present) at Ikea. And just in case you forgot, the stove came from this tutorial.
With a new oven/range, Rhett needs a chef's hat and apron, dontcha think? I know this fabric isn't the most kitchen-related, but isn't just so adorable? I love it. The best thing about the hat: it's Velcro-adjustable. Both this and the apron were made following tutorials found here (check the right-hand side).
These are a set of magnet fish for my friend's son. (Yes, you've seen these from me before.) Don't you just love the ravioli-like fishing lure? I do.
And finally, a friend at church asked me to make some bags to hold chalk, an eraser, and magnets so she could give them to the RS teachers. She gave me free reign on fabric choice (brave woman is she) and happily I bought extra for myself because it was just too fun.
P.S. You'll be happy to know that I was able to redeem my frozen yogurt experience. A good friend came to house sit Monday night so Chuck and I could run some final Christmas errands. Little did we plan the errands to be in the same parking lot as a YogiBerry. Yum.
So. Last week when I was in California, I realized that I wanted some frozen yogurt. Wouldn't that have been wonderful in the 70-degree weather?! Oh it really would have been. Unfortunately I didn't realize how much I wanted it until I was in the taxi to LAX. And at said airport, my terminal had only two options, neither of which included anything resembling frozen yogurt (not even a McDonald's. And it called itself an airport terminal. Snort.).
After I relayed my sad plight to dear Chuck, he gave me some of his cash allowance (I never have cash!) and I was told to use it for a treat this week at work. I lasted until the first day at 3 p.m., not bad. I went next door to Union Station where they not only have a McDonald's, but they also have a frozen yogurt joint. Well since I was such a rich lady, I thought I'd splurge on the frozen yogurt place. I even opted for the waffle cone. (Before you judge, I was eating non-fat frozen yogurt; I could afford those extra calories.) I essentially had six options: strawberry, peach (or twist those two), chocolate, vanilla (or twist those two). I chose the chocolate/vanilla twist. Doesn't it sound lovely? Oh yes, it does.
Anyway, employee number one started helping me. I'll call her "girl." When Girl found the machine to be malfunctioning, she grabbed employee number two ("boy"--clearly the owner). He couldn't quite figure it out either. So he sat there with my waffle coned half-filled, waiting for the chocolate. Waiting, sweetheart, waiting. I started to get impatient at this point. I mean, even if it starts working, the yogurt in the cone had to be melted at this point, right? I certainly didn't want yogurt on top of melted yogurt. But I held my tongue.
And I continued to wait. Finally Boy said something to me that I had absolutely NO understanding of. I'll just say it: Rhett understands more English that Boy and Girl put together. I just nod and say, "Sure. Whatever." Boy is still standing in front of machine waiting for the chocolate. Now I'm getting really antsy. I mean, I'm on a break from work. Who can wait this long for frozen yogurt?
At some point, I go back to Girl. I told her that I'm nervous it's all melty and I want them to start over with strawberry. She has no idea what I said. Sigh.
Finally I tell Boy to just top it off with strawberry. He does, but then because it's been so long, I complain that I want it in a new cone since it's definitely melted by now. He semi-understood, and instead scraped out the previously-obtained yogurt to fill it with what-he-thinks-is-the-now-working chocolate/vanilla.
I'm so angry and tired (it's 3 o'clock---worst work hour ever). They charged me full price (which I am too embarrassed to tell you) and didn't even apologize. I wanted to shove it in both of their faces. But I don't; it's still frozen yogurt, you know. I sit down, people watch, and start eating my cone.
WHICH WASN'T EVEN A TWIST! Turns out, the chocolate still wasn't working when he filled the cone. I waited 15 minutes for a stupid vanilla (the one concession was that it was at least a waffle) cone and paid more than twice what I'd have paid at McDonald's for a very, very similar product. Not only that, because my cone was "used," it started leaking much earlier than it should have. The whole thing was just so disappointing.
I know I sound like a crazy lady. But be assured that this didn't bother me too long. Maybe long enough to be still sad when I got home so Chuck would feel bad and give me more money. But then I was over it. Tell me, was my sadness and outrage totally irrational or would you have had the same response? If you need to substitute something else for the frozen yogurt to get the same emotion, please do. Remember, liken all blogs unto ye.
Does anyone even know how much I miss Golden Spoon? You can't know. Although the magical internet just told me that Orem has one that recently opened. I'm so there. And Mom--it is right on 8th North, just as you're coming out of Provo Canyon. Get one for me!
I also know how ungrateful I sound. I mean, frozen yogurt, honestly, erin? But please know that this wasn't that upsetting nor am I that ungrateful for all of the other wonderful things I have (Chuck, Rhett, a house, TiVo). Mostly, I just needed a story for the blog. Insert smiley emoticon. Who knows...maybe my next rant will be about Blogger and how it doesn't recognize "internet" as a correctly spelled word. Happy weekend everyone!
What is everyone asking for Christmas this year? I think that for us adults it just gets harder and harder. Really, for most things, whatever I want, I buy! I earn money, bills are paid, and we're able to save, so why not? I'm not spending extravagantly on a regular basis (or at all), but when I saw that Silhouette on Craigslist, I got it. But this really does make it hard for those wanting to buy me gifts.
And the same goes for the other adults in my life (sister, husband, parents, in-laws) for whom I want to buy presents...what do you give them? And what to give myself with my Christmas and extra-earned money? Ideas?
Of course, there's always this. But that's only when I can justify jewelry instead of a new car or college education for Rhett. Because this really is that expensive. (But isn't it the most lovely ring you've ever seen?) Note to Chuck: This is not a hint. Do NOT buy. Unless, of course, you've somehow magically come into $10,000 (after tithing). Then, hey, I won't stop you.
The four-day work trip to L.A. actually began last Friday morning with me going on the hunt for a new dress in which I could present. (I figured the dress I wore the past four years at these conferences should stay home.) After an unforgettably bad trip with Rhett to Nordstrom Rack, I found a dress I liked. But that spawned a set of frantic emails back and forth between Camie and me on how to dress my feet and legs. I am soooo not good at this and she is soooo good at it. Saturday morning Rhett, Chuck, and I went to Macy's looking for tights thanks to Camie's direction, and ended up getting the much needed new shoes as well, after asking a saleswoman to, "Show me everything you have in a size 5." This request yielded three shoes. (I'm including the pics because Emily wanted to see. I was too lazy to put everything back on, plus it was too cold downstairs to get undressed.)
My non-stop, WiFi-enabled-for-free flight left Monday morning. On said flight was a co-worker of mine. Not only do I like this coworker, but she's from L.A. and wondered if I might want to join her on a bike ride along the beach. Would I?! I would! Because we got in so early, we enjoyed a lovely ride through Redondo, Hermosa, and Manhattan Beaches that afternoon. After our ride, I was beat and went to sleep at 7 PST. Sweet. (This meant a 4:30 a.m. wake up call the next morning, but that's fine with me!) I didn't take any pictures while riding, but the houses along the beach were lovely. Check out the reflection in this one's window.
Tuesday the conference started and I got to give three presentations. I'm not sure I could be less obnoxious during my presentations, but I was glad to get them over with early. That evening I enjoyed a lovely picnic dinner on the beach, and another 7 o'clock bedtime.
Wednesday was an easier day conference-wise as I had no presentations. Instead I had to endure seven long, boring hours of other peoples' talks. Not sure which is worse. But when it was through, I called my "Virginia Mormon Friend" Tamara (who now lives 30 minutes from where I was staying) and she offered to come get me and take me to meet her family. After meeting her lovely husband and even lovelier boys (Sorry Doug, but it's true), the two of us went to dinner. It was so fun seeing her. We have known each other since we were six years old. Six! Can you imagine?! Due to Facebook and blogs, we've been able to watch each other grow and change, but it was much better to talk to her in person.
Thursday I was all done with work stuff and waited until daylight to run (the other days I got to use Gold's for free. Man, I really dislike treadmill running now.). I still got up at 4:30, but watched some shows on Hulu to catch up on TV I was missing with my early bedtime. Then I did an hour run on the beach because it was just so freaking beautiful that I couldn't stop. The sounds, the smells, the surfers: it was all so incredible. I couldn't believe how many people didn't have their eyes glued to it. (And no, I did not run into anyone, thank you very much.) After the run, I walked to a nearby farmers' market and tried a persimmon (yum! should have bought one for the plane).
And here's the post-sunset view from my hotel room.
You know, in the weeks leading up to this conference, I felt really guilty about going on this trip. Yes, Chuck works full-time and so only had to single-parent for a bit in the mornings and a few hours in the afternoons for four days. Nonetheless, I felt guilty. But really, California is just so dang nice and lovely that by the end, I was able to feel only 72% of the guilt I felt Monday morning.
Remind me why I don't live there? Oh yeah, this is why. Can you believe the price? Oh well, I'll just have to be content with visiting family and friends who live in the area.
I am travelling for work this week and wanted to remember my little guy. Here you see him watching his "TV." That glasses case show must be pretty good. Poor TV-depraved boy.
And here he is ready for church.
And here is the very first time that Bruno went into Rhett's "Cave of Legs." Bruno has done this with Chuck since the dawn of Bruno, but never with Rhett. (As much as I want to call it the "Canyon of Legs" that wasn't quite as catchy as "Cave." Forgive us.) And it looks better if you picture in Chuck's much larger legs. Not so awkward.
So, let's pretend you're on your way to work. This commute requires that you park your car at a what-can-be-scary Metro stop and then walk to the Metro. The walk includes a short walkway bridge, followed by a descent in a stairwell, then another walk outside before getting to the station. Let's say that while in the bridge you smell paint. Fresh paint. But you're messing with ill-placed keys on your key ring, so you don't notice much.
As you near the stairwell, however, you hear the distinct sound of a spray paint can. (You also see freshly painted green stuff in the upper level of the stairwell.) You soon realize that the spray painting is going on, right then, in the lower level of the stairwell. By someone definitely NOT hired by Metro. What do you do?
If you didn't catch it, this is what happened to me yesterday as I went to work.
My first thought? "Don't look at him/her. Keep your eyes on the key ring. Don't. Look. Up." So I didn't. As the offender was straddling the stairs (feet on the railings while hands on the wall, I think...remember my eyes were down), I had to walk directly beneath him/her! Eek! How easy it would have been for him/her to drop on me or, worse, paint me! (It was a really unattractive green. Yuck. Kidding.) But once I made it through okay and was safely in the Metro station, I reported the offender to the station manager, who actually appeared like she was going to do something about it.
I don't know why it shook me so much, but it did. The best part was later during my commute home, I got to see what was written: "Be SAVED!" with a bunch of stars of David. Awesome. I was probably safer than I thought.
P.S. If you don't know this Borf of which I speak, take a second and read this. If you do know, that just means you have spent too much time on D.C.'s Metro system.
P.P.S. I had to share this. Rhett is in charge is designating spots for the advent calendar. He put Day 2's ornament next to Day 1's bell because, "I didn't want the bell to be lonely." Can't wait to see where everything else goes. Oh this child of mine.
Remember when I made an advent calendar about, oh, four weeks ago? Not even a week after making it, I saw another that I loved. Not just loved for nostalgic reasons, but loved because I really liked how it looked. But I just made one and so I can't make another. Or could I??? When Chuck's aunt said she'd like me to make her one just like the one I already did, I knew I could give her the already-made one and then I could do a second. And that's what I did. The dowel hasn't been cut, and I'm not sure I like the white ribbon, but I'm pleased with everything else.
For its use, I'd like to incorporate some holiday traditions into the standard decorating of the tree. You know, like what Jordan of "Oh Happy Day" does. So somehow I have to work in how the drum symbolizes seeing a performance at the Visitors' Center. Yes, stretching it will be allowed. Any suggestions on traditional activities you have at Christmas?
During the winter our house gets very cold. (This is due to us being cheap rather than the draftiness of an old house.) Because of this, layers are an integral part of our winter attire. I found some long-sleeved tees at Walmart and knew I couldn't leave them plain. And before you question my judgment about the designs, know that Rhett picked them out on his own. I showed him a LOT of different options and these are the six he chose (with only minimal intervention on my part). I mean, really, a bullhorn? Not my style. But apparently it's Rhett's. (And this morning when I showed them to Rhett, sure enough his favorite was the bullhorn. Although he said he'd wear the rain cloud one since it's raining.)
The Give-Away: The first person who is not my sister that requests the negatives from these freezer paper stencils will receive them in the mail pronto. (And sorry Jess, you'll probably have to be exempt from this contest as well. I only mail prizes within this hemisphere.)
On Black Friday the only shopping I did was at Joann's. They had flannel on sale for $1.29 a yard; I hadn't the strength to not buy some. Now what to do with it?!? I wish baby blankets weren't such popular gifts when babies are born because otherwise the decision would be easy. And how cute is the flannel (the four fabrics on the left)? And that corduroy (the two in the upper right)? They're dying to be made into skirts like the one my cousin made. But what to do with the Christmas fabric? I mean, I only have four weeks and next week I'm out of town (work trip). Tell me now! Ooooh, maybe I found it. These are cute, right?
Recently, my kitchen has turned into Rhett's toy discovery center. Seriously, the kid wants to play with everything in it. Some favorites? The dough roller, the funnel, and all-time favorite...the pasta spoon. So if you're stumped as to what to get him for Christmas, hit up your local Bed, Bath, and Beyond; I'm sure he'll love whatever you pick out.
He's also said some interesting gems lately. At Stake Conference...
Rhett: Why is that baby crying?
Me: I don't know.
Rhett: Maybe because it doesn't like stake conference.
Me: Maybe, Rhett, just maybe.
Or its relative...
Rhett: Why is that baby crying?
Me: I don't know.
Rhett: Maybe because it doesn't like you, Mom. Probably true, but still...ouch.
Me: Why have you been so fussy and whiny today?
Rhett: Because I want you to do what I tell you to do! The feeling is mutual, little man.
Finally, he thinks it's hysterical when he drops the last syllable from a word. For example, Bruno is not Bruno, but rather Brune. Pepperoni is not pepperoni, it's pepperone. Banana is not banana, it's banan. He thinks this is absolutely hysterical and then tells me, "Don't worry, Mom. It's just a joke."
And a video I expect only family to watch in its entirety.
The obligatory Thanksgiving post ensues...(Check back tomorrow for fun family pictures.)
Of course I am thankful for my family, the Gospel, my body, etc. I am; I really really am.
But let's ignore those for now. At last year's Relief Society Gratitude Dinner, my friend and I both wrote down that we were thankful for TiVo. I still am; I really really am.
This year I'm thankful for Chuck's job and mine. First, my job. I am so thankful that not only do I have a job, but I have a good job. A job that is professional and uses my degrees. A job that pays me way more than I deserve. A job that is incredibly flexible (made easier because of great boss). I read an article recently about women leaving the workforce when they had children because working part-time wasn't an option. Those women would have liked to continue working some, but what are their options? Let's face it: most part-time jobs don't pay well. So I am thankful for one that does.
Second, Chuck's job. I am so thankful that Chuck has a job (of course) but one that really allows him to be an active husband to me and an active father to Rhett. He's home by 3:30 every day (4:00 at the very latest), and is home every weekend. He never has to work nights (except for the occasional football game he has to attend) and rarely brings work home. The other day I overheard some women talking about another woman who already finished her Christmas shopping...including wrapping. The response from one of the women, "Well, she has a husband who comes home by 6 every day." Uh, 6?!? Are you kidding? I would be crying in my Cheerios if Chuck didn't come home until then. Honestly, I could not have that life. Sure, I'd take that money, but not for the price of Chuck being away from us.
Ever since I've had more desire to start "crafting" with Rhett, I knew that I'd need a good tablecloth to protect my lovely table. I'd been using a crappy plastic tablecloth that moves and slides--it was not working for me. So what to do? I wanted to do one with laminated cottons, but dang, they can be expensive. Next best thing? Plastic-coated fabric from Ikea! I saw this tutorial at Smashed Peas and Carrots and knew it would be perfect. Bring on the mess! P.S. If you can sew straight lines, you can do this. Or, if you can staple, you can do this.
While planning for last week's Joy School lesson on Thanksgiving, I ran across this page. I really wanted to do the Sweatshirt Turkey with the kids, but had a couple of reservations. (1) The six kids are two years old. And (2) See No. 1. So we did the turkey hats instead. BUT I knew I could handle the paint with Rhett. I thought I'd like it a bit more lasting, so instead of doing it on a shirt, I did it on artist canvas. The whole project was super cheap and easy. I love it. Rhett's laughing because it tickled. (And look at me using that tablecloth immediately. Already worth it.)
This is the first of Rhett's Christmas presents. I want to get Rhett a nice play kitchen. But I really dislike the plastic ones (Call me a snob; I can take it.), and really, where would it go? When I saw this, I was inspired. We have a stool in our kitchen already (remember, I'm only 5'1"--a stool is a necessity) so I made it to cover that stool. This way, it takes up no more space than is already in use, and Rhett can be using it in the kitchen when I'm doing my stuff. I think a chef's hat and apron are in his future. (I have not yet decided how to do the oven knobs, which is why you don't see them.)
In addition to the crafting, I did some cooking. We ate this pumpkin ice cream (sans bourbon, of course), these pumpkin rolls, and chili. Bring it FALL.
Warning: This post contains anatomically correct language. You've been warned.
Scene: Toddler, about Rhett's age, sitting on his dad's lap on the metro during rush hour. It was a completely packed train. Toddler is pretty antsy, not wanting to stay on dad's lap, understandable given the child's age.
Little boy says to dad, who is trying to wrestle him to stay still, "Dad, stop hurting my penis!" Loudly. Repeatedly. Totally awesomely. To the snickers of all around them. (Not to worry, no hurting was actually going on.)
It made me smile all the way home. In fact I'm still smiling about it now.
Although I love all seasons but summer, I find winter hard when you have a kid. Certainly I see the value in making sure Rhett gets outside during the colder months, but it's just harder once it's cold. We can't have a picnic on the grass or eat popsicles on the porch waiting for Chuck to come home. I can't sit him in the pool for two hours with an empty yogurt cup. There have to be other options.
In anticipation of the upcoming cooler months, I put together a list of "indoor" things to do. So, help me fill in the blanks. Tell me what I'm missing: I really want this to be comprehensive. Some of these are DC-specific, but I'm sure those of you not close to me have other ideas that work wherever you are that I can adapt for me.
And before anyone says, "Whoa, erin, this list is really ambitious," let me be the first to say, "Whoa, me, this list is really ambitious." I have no idea how many of these things we'll do. I just like to be reminded of all the things I could be doing, should I unlazify myself to do them.
Outdoor (bundled-up) Activities
Gravelly Point to watch the planes
Hiking (Little Bennett, Great Falls, Lake Frank, Rock Creek Trail)
Parks (Wheaton Regional, Clemyjontri, other local parks)
Shopping (I include these because most have an indoor play place)
IKEA
Lake Forest Mall (although I'm reading that their Playland is closed until Mid-January--bummer) Wednesdays at Rio
Wheaton Plaza White Flint Mall
Indoor Play
Cooking
Crafts
Dress up
Flour
Play-doh
Puzzles
Do you know what HTTP stands for, without checking Wikipedia?
What is your "go to" shoe for winter? Even if they're still in wearable condition, I think I need to toss my well-loved Dansko clogs for something more age- and style-appropriate.
Related: Do you know how hard it is to buy shoes when you have little feet? Do you normal-footed people even know that the smallest size most shoe makers make is a size 6? This does NOT help me.
Double Related: Do you know how hard it is to buy knee-high boots for a size 5 foot? Those select shoemakers making shoes of this size think all size 5 calves are thick as my thumb. Again, this does NOT help me.
Not many of the people I know have ever met my brother. Since the year 2000, he's living out his dream in Alaska and rarely makes it down to the lower 48, and even then it's only to Utah to see my parents (and all the hot girls he claims live there). He spends the summers building log homes and during the falls, winters, and springs he hikes and skis with his friends and dogs (maybe that should read, "...with his friends the dogs?"). I spent two weeks with him in Alaska in the summer of 2004. While I had a blast and I loved the ratio of boys to girls (about 10:1), I was done with it after those two weeks. But not Derek. He will likely be up there forever. The dude is tough.
When I saw his Thanksgiving Day plans posted on Facebook, I had to share them. Seriously, it's just cool. I mean, who camps...at Thanksgiving...in Alaska? Why, my brother and his friends, of course. See for yourself. [Edited for readability only.]
So here's the skinny: This is a pot-luck Thanksgiving extravaganza bonanza at [edited for his privacy] mile in the form of a progressive cabin crawl...
We begin at 4:30pm (ish) at Derek and Renee's (yes, D1, but at D. Peters' cabin) for drinks and snicky snacks, then onto Matt and Meg's for mo' drinks and appetizers, then to kitty cabin for turkey and stuffs, then chillin' at Phil and Leigh's for dessert, music improv, general tryptophan induced happenings, then camp out or....
**WHAT to bring: pot-luck item (dropped off at appropriate cabin) and a suggested backpack or sled to carry these thingies: a mess kit (bowl, utensil, goblet, you get the picture), a crazy-creek or pillow (something to sit your butt upon), skis or snowshoes for traveling between cabins, optional musical instrument, camping gear....CAMPING: winter style or platform in Derek's real cabin, or be creative with your car camping skills...MAP: use google maps, right? milepost [edited again], Richardson Hwy, Valdez, Alaska; park in pull out across from [the] lodge or on the pipeline access road....KIDS: the Wizner cabin will be available before, during party for parents and children to escape from the madness...Did I forget anything? RSVP or just show up ;-)
Okay, cool right? I mean, who of you gets an invite to a Thanksgiving feast asking you to bring your own mess kit (complete with a goblet, no less)? And who gets an invite to Thanksgiving where it's suggested you bring Crazy Creek chairs, snowshoes, musical instruments, and a sled? A sled! Seriously. It might be worth the...let's see here...$4,500 to get me, Chuck, and Rhett there.
Like I said, my brother RULES. And just in case you aren't convinced, see the following pictures.
Certainly these projects weren't started and completed this weekend, but at least they were finished. I know it's 11 months before I can display these little jars, but I still like them. I got the jars at the thrift store and cut the vinyl using my Silhouette.
On my to-do list was to fix the rub-on labels for my jars. It was a learning process to be sure, but I'm feeling more and more confident with the Silhouette.
Okay. For my entire childhood, we used an advent like this to countdown the days until Christmas. When my mom was cleaning a couple of years ago, she decided it was time to get rid of it. She consulted with my sister and me and when neither of us wanted it ("Gosh, Mom, it's a bit dated and tacky, don't you think?") she tossed it. But of course, when it came time for me to make my own advent, what did I want? The one I grew up with! So to the best of my ability I tried to re-create it. How did I do family?
Another Silhouette project. I found a girl online who used her Silhouette to cut freezer paper. I contacted her and asked her how she did it (our first attempt did not go well). Once she replied, I was committed. And right now, Rhett is in love with VW bugs and Mini Coopers. Don't be surprised if I'm in the car with you and if I see one of these, I shout "BUG CAR!" (It has been known to happen with my YW in the car.) Anyway, the kid loves them. So now he has a bug car shirt.
If you have a second, take a time to read this interview with Design Mom. I really, really enjoyed reading this. Maybe one day I'll grow up to be just like her. Just without the six kids.
We painted our door last weekend and I love it. Of course it needed a new wreath. I saw some just like this on Etsy and what do you think I said? That's right. "No way I'm paying $40 for that! I'll make it myself." So I did. I'm pretty pleased with it. If you are wondering, it's made with yarn and felt. Next up: A new storm door so you can actually see the black (oh sorry, "Canyon Evening") door.
And then this guy. Oh my. At Joy School on Wednesday he had a blast playing with dried noodles. So after nap you knew what I got out: more dried noodles. These rigatoni were just the right size for putting on fingers. I don't know which he'd choose: these or olives? It'd be a tough call.
Yesterday Chuck spent 13 hours outside a polling place politicking for a friend of ours who was running for our local Board of Education. Rhett and I stopped by many times throughout the day to break the monotony, for all our sakes. We ran by on our way out, ran by on the way in (and then I ran by again after looking for my lost glove), stopped back with a snack, lunch, another snack, dinner, and a goodnight hug and kiss. Good times.
But man, it really reinforced how I could NOT have done what he did. It also reinforced that I could NOT serve a mission. I mean, I could sit there for 13 hours; that's not the problem. I just can't sell people on things that they're just not interested in. Don't get me wrong; there were some who were interested and told Chuck they'd vote for Martha because of what he had to say about her. But most just nodded their heads, trying to get him to stop talking as they walked through the doors to the school. And then there are those that want to argue. That's one thing I can't do for sure: the arguing. But Chuck, on the other hand, really could have been a lawyer (that's another post). He loves the debating. Ick.
Anyway, not that exciting of a post; I know. I'm just still struck by how much I could not have done what he did.
Can I say just how silly our local school system is? I mean, I'm all for holidays where Chuck is home, but Election Day? And just because they think they can't have voters and kids in the schools at the same time? DUMB. No wonder Chuck's still teaching come mid-June.
To make up for posting lameness, I leave you with this picture of Chuck and Rhett. I won't say how much I enjoy them dressing the same, even though this was not my doing. What do you think of Rhett's haircut?
