We No Longer Own Anything White...

Might have gotten a little busy with work lately. Might have let laundry be the first thing to slide. Might have seen our "whites" hamper completely overflowing and decided to do a big ole batch. Might have had everything in there from Brian's dress shirt, to work out tees, to...well of course all our unmentionables. Might have somehow lost my mind and decided to throw in a teal swimsuit cover-up at the last second (cuz it wasn't quite crowded enough). Being new, it might not have ever been washed before. Might have bled a bit, even with the stinkin cold water. Might have opened the wash and thought of the Jolly Green Giant, the Hulk, a grassy field...and a million other very GREEN things that I probably shouldn't associate with our "white" unmentionables. (Side note, might have been a little disturbed that some things were much greener than others, and some things weren't green at all. That kind of water circulation does not sit well with a germ-a-phobe.) Might have gone crazy with the Chlorox in a re-wash frenzy. Might have bleached almost all the green into oblivion and saved almost everything (even the bathmat Brian helped dye blue in last week's laundry adventure.) Might have celebrated while folding laundry until Brian held up a pair of my newest unmentionables and proclaimed, "Whoa! Elphaba!"

This is all hypothetical of course...

Frolicking in the Flowers (and trees...and columns...)

Sometimes you just need to take a break from work, and callings, and life and...frolic! Brian and I had hit that point this weekend, and were so glad to have time to enjoy doing our thing.

The weekend highlights were probably the picnic at the waterfront in Old Town (my hoity toity lunch meat/cream cheese wraps bombed, but the gourmet salad and chocolate covered strawberries were a hit :)), and visiting the National Arboretum. Throw in a baptism Saturday morning (love it when they are scheduled for 10am instead of mid-day), an intense jog Saturday afternoon (had to work off the Red Mango from Friday night) and a homemade pizza and movie night Saturday... all the workings of a great weekend.

Now here we are, back at Monday, refreshed and ready to dig into the craziness of yet another week!

Hope you enjoy the Arboretum pictures. It was lovely. Simply lovely.

If I were a car...

...I would be a good car. The kind of car who laughs in the face of Amber's car-debilitating aura, and continues to run anyway. The kind of car who dislikes the idea of shops and body shops. The kind of car who starts when it's supposed to start.

Apparently, our cars are not the kind of car I would be lately. At all.

Yes, believe it or not, Brian and I spent a good few hours in a car shop Saturday. For a totally new and unrelated issue (no, not related to me killing his battery, or my car overheating, or a mechanic driving my car into something....it wasn't even related to--dare I say the word--acorns). We went to run errands Saturday and his car, cute little Soph, wouldn't start. After talking to my dad (I swear, he should start charging us by the hour), we knew it was either the starter, or the battery. But after I killed Brian's battery a couple weeks ago, my dad had me go get the battery tested, and the guy that did the testing said it was great. Apparently he's a good little tester man in the same way our cars are good little cars...because after the shop spent lots of time replacing the starter (and wanted to charge us over $300), the car was working (or not working) exactly the same as before. It was then that we were informed we needed a new battery too. And then that we had to start haggling to have them put back in our old starter, because we now weren't confident it was ever bad. Finally, after lots of time and stress headaches, we were back home with only a battery charge and installation fee. Sigh. I swear.

Good news is, it motivated us to go mini-golfing as a stress reliever that night, and found the most romantic-y course (oh la la...I know...). And...I made friends with a bunny. A tiny bunny the size of a chipmunk. So it was all worth it.

Totally unrelated (but would you expect anything else of me?): remember my favorite commercial ever...the Old Spice one? Check out this spoof by BYU:

Calling all my happily married peeps (did I just say peeps?)

Ok, so the new business blog tie-in is going great. There's mushy, inspiring, fun stories galore. The only problem is, until I build up a following I am running out of Wedded Bliss moments for Wednesday posts! So, I'm calling on all you happily married friends and siblings out there! Please please please send me cute/funny/heart warming/realistic/whatever-your-heart-desires moments from your marriage if you have a spare second. I know you're all happily married... :)

I really appreciate the help, and am so grateful to those of you who have already sent them! Thank you!

Stories and a snapshot photo can be sent to my email (info@snweddingbooks.com). Thanks again!

In other news... remember the car saga of last week? Weeeeeeeeell. My car was all "fixed" by Thursday. Went to pick it up...still overheating. Turns out they had to replace the fan motor on top of the fan itself. Picked it up Saturday to find (get this) they had driven little Miss Tink into something and scratched up the fender really nicely. I was...tickled pink. :) We called it to the owner's attention, and he was really great about it. She's in his body shop of choice today getting some work done. Sigh. My luck with cars lately is unbelievable. :) Good news is, she's no longer overheating... :)

Isn't She Lovely?

Sweetest husband EVER. A Vera Bradley for my Indianapolis souvenir (who knew I deserved a souvenir from his business trip?). I didn't even know Miss Bradley existed, but I am in love. So...me. :)

Also so me...having the hubbie back. ALLELUJIAH!