What's the point of telling a ridiculous semi-truck lie if you don't get a good reaction? Yeesh, people. Humor me here. (10 points to Heather for asking about it. The rest of you can find someone else to help you haul around your pet elephants.)
So, here's the truth of it. We don't own the yellow semi-truck (mind-blowing, right?). It belongs to an acquaintance of ours and it was sleeping over in our driveway for a few days while its owner was out of town. So, you know, I was really hoping to be dancing around gleefully shouting "Pranked! Pranked!" but I guess I'll have to try something else on y'all. - A mouse chewed through the drain hose on our dishwasher.
- Gary took his big 8-hour Professional Engineer exam yesterday. He's "cautiously optimistic" about the results (we'll know if he passed in 8-10 weeks). - We got a new semi! Woot! Gary wanted the red one, but I talked him into yellow. We have a fair number of squirrels that pass through our backyard every day and Nugget loves trying to catch them. His success rate, however, is pretty grim (0%). Yesterday, I decided to help him out. My success rate is 100%. I caught three squirrels yesterday and two today. I used Nugget's crate, some rope, and peanut butter to create my trap. I put the crate in a tantalizing location, opened its door, and then strung rope from it to the house. Throughout the day, Nugget and I kept a keen lookout through the sliding back door. Once a squirrel ventured into the crate for a tasty snack, I would crack the sliding door open and pull the rope. SHAZAM! Unfortunately, squirrels are incredibly skilled at prison breaks, so we didn't get to keep the first four squirrels nearly as long as we wanted to. I finally improved the trap enough by the 5th squirrel, though, to enjoy his company for a good long time (for about 10 minutes until we set him free). -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Squirrel #4: Squirrel #5: The final design of the trap included tough plastic netting twisty-tied to the sides. I made a squirrel run out of cardboard boxes and netting-covered windows so Nugget could chase the squirrel for more than 3 seconds. I'm pretty sure Gary thinks I'm totally weird and crazy for doing this, but he was kind enough to phrase it such: "Gregory's going to love having you as a mom."
We went on a walk today. On our way home, I glanced down at Gregory and noticed that only one of his feet had a sock on it. I looked at his hands. They were also sockless. "Oh great," I thought, "He's lost another sock somewhere in our neighborhood." Turns out he didn't! He continued sucking on his sock for a further 30 minutes.
A million dollars to whomever can guess why the corner is left unfrosted. (No, I didn't just run out.) [Plus an extra 10 brownie points to whomever can tell me if I used "whomever" properly.]
Background information: Ever since we started dating, my nickname for Gary has been "Friend". His nickname for me is "Love", and we call our dog "Rage" (no idea why).
Three and half years ago, when we moved into the area, we met a lot of new people at church. At the time, the bishop's daughter and her husband lived in the ward. Their last name was "Finlayson". I thought it was a delightfully fun word to say, and pretty soon, I started calling Gary "Friend-layson". Shortly thereafter, and before we actually met and got to know them, the Finlaysons moved away. Flash forward three years. "Friend-layson" has pretty much become Gary's name to me. And Gary sometimes calls me "Love-layson" and we often call our dog "Rage-layson". One day, I was chatting with the bishop's wife after church and she was telling me about her daughter's family coming to visit. "Maybe you know them," she said, "the Finlaysons." I immediately thought, "WHOA!! Finlayson?! That's just like Gary's name! What are the odds of that happ--- oh. wait. oh duh. The odds are 1." - We bought Gregory an outdoor infant/toddler swing. - Gary hasn't been furloughed. - I'm sleeping a little better these days. - I read The Cuckoo's Calling and I loved it. Feeding ducks: Hot-tubbing!
We went to a pumpkin patch yesterday. A can of soup: (Please note the expensive brand-new toys in the background.) ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A plastic bag: (Don't worry, Dad, I was watching him 100% of the time he had this.) He loves going behind the couch: Hat season!
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