My bad.

Well. Don't I feel stupid?
There was no party last night.
I used this blog to apologize for not showing up to a party that was not planned.
It is such a good thing Clint and I didn't arrive at their doorstep.
How awkward would that have been?
About as awkward as this posting was. And is.

So. Very. Blonde.
What is wrong with me?

Party posting is deleted. Let's all pretend that last night didn't happen, shall we?


Good news: Clint's bouncy balls arrived:

He put some into a glass bowl in the middle of the kitchen table and said, "Let's use these for a centerpiece."

Fun and cheerful. The perfect antidote to winter.

"Please, can you help us? Our carpet. It's pink. Please. Come..."

K & S are in the final stages of their remodeling project and were having a well deserved decorating melt-down. Clint and I went over there to find them both curled up in the fetal position in the master bedroom walk-in closet, drooling and mumbling incoherently. " 'S pink. Doan wan pinnnnk."

"This is not pink." Clint and I both declared. Over and over again. Repeatedly, even. It just has a warm glow to it. It's not pink. Not at all. It's awesome. Lovely. No, no, no, not pink at all."

However, looking at the pictures now, maybe it does look a little bit pink.

D'oh.

LOVE the bathroom floor tile:

With more skills that your average youth pastor/plumber, Kev sets up the toilet in the tub saving time and space. They will be able to pee and shower at the same time.

Getting ready for grouting:

After reassuring them that their house is lovely and not girly pink, we headed over to the Olive Garden for a late dinner.

And visited for an hour and a half.

Three things I'm thankful for:

1. I figured out (it was plain fluke) how to use my VCR tonight. I taped The Office. Desperation is a good motivator.

2. This will be the last time that I will refer to it again, but I've lasted 4 days without chocolate.

3. I'm missing Max and Drew. So thankful that they're coming home this weekend.

Shalom,