This weekend went by in a blink.

First, Friday night was filled with making about 100 sub-par cookies, catching up on True Detective and decompressing Joel from a hard day at work. Then, we were in bed by like, 9:05 PM because we’re completely out of control (and I had to be awake at 5 AM to call and check on my finger prints). I tried to go to sleep but ended up staying awake til 2 AM falling down a Google hole that started with researching day planners and ended with facts about Princess Diana. Like I said, out of control.

On Saturday morning, Joel and I were at the post office at 9:30 AM sharp to collect the boxes of presents that my parents sent us. To be clear on how awesome my parents are, sometime in May, I asked my mom if she could send me my leather jacket and my favorite pair of boots. A couple weeks later, I watched heaps of Downton Abbey and I asked if I could have one of her silver trays for when Joel and I have tea. Annnnd I might have asked for Swiss Miss and some Lipton Iced Tea bags and some yankee candles. All of that could have fit in a small box, and I would have been really excited. BUT, they decided to spoil the shit out of us instead. Because they’re wonderful. Also, because they’d been saving stuff to send me since… Easter? (judging by the Reester Eggs and Easter candy). They’re awesome.

The post office staff thinks we have triplets.
Counter top 1 of 2: After obsessively sorting everything into categories… lotions and cupcake cups and lobster rammekens and dino sippy cups and clothes and towels and candy and aprons and wall decals and and and and…
so many snacks. And even microwave bacon! haha. It’s been over a year since I’d had flavored coffee creamer. I had a cup with hazelnut and it was delicious and my stomach promptly exploded from all the sugar. And I remembered why I stopped putting them in my coffee.  Ah, memories.
blog and you shall receive! My mom’s best friend sent me socks (and made sure my boxes made it to the post office!)
Someone has never had Girl Scout cookies before. Someone is in for a treat.
I was wondering why they stuffed a Mr. Bill doll into the box. But, as my mom explained, our dogs Lucy and Ellie and my cat Bill Purray all played with this guy. And it’s to remind me of my fur babies and be my “Bill until you can see your Bill again.” awww
Say hello to my new favorite apron. And my super sweet hair. What even is that?

Some of the big gems they sent:

these fantastic day of the week towels. Mom’s friend did all the embroidery and edging, and they’re so campy and amazing.
yay! now we can be super high class when we drink pink milk and eat cookies.
Some of my favorite antique linen! On the left: vanity runners, and sailor place mats, and on the right: Mexican pillow cases. So good.

It was overwhelming to open everything and to feel all the feels. And it’s also nice to look at the silver tray and think of my mom. Thanks again!!

Later on Saturday, we got to spend quality time with the Family Nye, which is Joel’s friend Craig, his wife, Jen, and their little ones Henri and Amelie. Craig and Jen are hilarious and chill, and their kids are so cute they made my ovaries explode.

Little Henri is becoming quite the photographer. He spent the whole afternoon teaching me how to turn the camera on and off, how to turn the flash off, and how to review his photos. I was dying from cute.

We saw a good exhibit on the banality of suburban life at the Museum of Contemporary Art:

the cover of our spoken word album.
meee tooo

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And then we ate delicious burgers and Henri and I shared secrets about how we like to eat snacks when everyone’s asleep. He’s my new best friend.

It was a big, full, day, and OH I FORGOT THE BEST PART – before we met up with the Nyes, I relived some Oktoberfest action with Joel:

mmm German sausage, grilled onion, sauerkraut action
mmm German sausage, grilled onion, sauerkraut action

I got half the mustard and bbq sauce on me, instead of in me, but it was worth it.

Sunday morning, Joel went back to work, and I had a little writing assignment. Then I was super domestic, cleaning house, doing laundry, going grocery shopping. And then I passed a display of hair dye on sale, and was very suddenly sick of looking at my mousey brown hair with all my greys coming through.


I’d been contemplating never dying it again, instead wanting to just take the large chunk of grey that I have (it’s totally a Rouge streak) and making it into one completely bleached out stripe so you couldn’t see the grey/white roots. But that takes time and money that I don’t have. Going red took an hour total, cost $8, I didn’t have to get dressed, and I couldn’t be happier with the results. It’s been YEARS since I’ve gone full red, and I’m wondering why I ever stopped.

IMG_4605 I probably stopped because by this time next week, it’ll be 3 shades lighter. Womp womp. But, on the achievement side of things, it was the first time dying my hair without dying every surface in the bathroom.

I also bought flowers, because Joel had mentioned wanting to shoot tulips, and while tulips don’t do much for me, these were pretty and I thought they’d make a nice prezzie for him.

I read a tip online that said 1 teaspoon sugar + 2 drops liquid bleach diluted in a gallon of water makes good plant food. That sounds terrible to me.

Before I knew it, Joel was home, dinner was made, lunch meal was made, and then it was time for bed. I was back to work this morning feeling like I’d just left.

But this weekend is a three day weekend. And it’s my birthday soon. And we’re going to eat burgers. And we’re going on a bush walk. And maybe we’ll make some punch drunk chicken. And maybe some cake. Or doughnuts. I’d settle for a plate of stacked glazed donuts with some birthday candles stuck in them. mmmm.


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