It's hard to find the time to blog these days. I figure once life slows down a bit, I'll start taking more pictures and adding more posts. But to those I tell that too, they ROFL. Life doesn't slow down.
Chet and I try to squeeze in as many dates as we can, as we hardly even see each other during the week. Our date on Monday evening started out deciding on a place to eat. I have to comply with my Weight Watcher's points and Chet is trying to put on weight. So you tell me. Where do we eat?
We ended up getting a Jimmy John's for me (I could eat half) and an Arby's meal for Chet.
We were off in search of summer clothes for Chet as his previous summer wardrobe has consisted of clothes he wore to confirmation camp. In other words, old and out of style. As I browsed the racks at the store, I noticed something. Had we just held onto his confo clothes, they would be in style again.
His doc warned him that if he didn't start wearing a hat, he would surely get skin cancer on his head and nose. His balding head, I mean, thinning hair, I mean, hair growth that's not keeping up with his head growth from his brain growing so large from all his smartness, is a target for the sun. We couldn't find a hat that suited his style. What is his style anyway?
After we picked up the kids and headed home, we went back out to the van to try to fix the power locks. Chet hopped in the passenger seat to flip through the owner's manual and I popped the hood and started taking off the fuse box cover. Just then, one of the cops came out of the station and was getting into his car.
"Real manly, Chet. Real manly." he said, referring to me being under the hood and Chet sitting in the van reading.
Giggle.
We fixed the broken fuse and went back inside and found ourselves throwing things at each other, for whatever reason. I threw the Bumbo at him and he snapped a deflated balloon towards me, missing me by a mile. He then locked himself in the bedroom and I got myself prepared for him to come back out. I filled up a water bottle and made my way towards the bedroom. Just then, he opened the door and I doused him in water, only not much water made it on him. He had come out wearing sunglasses and defending himself with a rolled out yoga mat and a pillow.
Real manly, Chet. Real manly.
I laughed so hard, I can now skip the abs section of my workout for a week.
Chet and I try to squeeze in as many dates as we can, as we hardly even see each other during the week. Our date on Monday evening started out deciding on a place to eat. I have to comply with my Weight Watcher's points and Chet is trying to put on weight. So you tell me. Where do we eat?
We ended up getting a Jimmy John's for me (I could eat half) and an Arby's meal for Chet.
We were off in search of summer clothes for Chet as his previous summer wardrobe has consisted of clothes he wore to confirmation camp. In other words, old and out of style. As I browsed the racks at the store, I noticed something. Had we just held onto his confo clothes, they would be in style again.
His doc warned him that if he didn't start wearing a hat, he would surely get skin cancer on his head and nose. His balding head, I mean, thinning hair, I mean, hair growth that's not keeping up with his head growth from his brain growing so large from all his smartness, is a target for the sun. We couldn't find a hat that suited his style. What is his style anyway?
After we picked up the kids and headed home, we went back out to the van to try to fix the power locks. Chet hopped in the passenger seat to flip through the owner's manual and I popped the hood and started taking off the fuse box cover. Just then, one of the cops came out of the station and was getting into his car.
"Real manly, Chet. Real manly." he said, referring to me being under the hood and Chet sitting in the van reading.
Giggle.
We fixed the broken fuse and went back inside and found ourselves throwing things at each other, for whatever reason. I threw the Bumbo at him and he snapped a deflated balloon towards me, missing me by a mile. He then locked himself in the bedroom and I got myself prepared for him to come back out. I filled up a water bottle and made my way towards the bedroom. Just then, he opened the door and I doused him in water, only not much water made it on him. He had come out wearing sunglasses and defending himself with a rolled out yoga mat and a pillow.
Real manly, Chet. Real manly.
I laughed so hard, I can now skip the abs section of my workout for a week.
haha! You should tell me more on the weight watchers..is there info online? I did the calorie counter that helped, but you know..I need to just get serious again I guess.
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