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Yep these are both of me. See, I do own dress.
I’m posting this to prove to my mom that I still do wear dresses from time to time. There you go mom.
Now let’s set the record straight first off, those are not mine. I have far better taste in underwear for starters. Second, I know where my underwear is at all times (and so should you).
This past Saturday I met up with some friends of mine at Daniel’s Broiler. It’s an upscale steakhouse here in the Seattle area for those who aren’t from around these parts. We had a fun/slightly mischievous night and let’s just say that it’s a good thing they gave us our own room.
After dinner we decided it would be a good idea to hit the restrooms before we left…and to hold true to the cliché that women go to the bathroom in numbers.
My friend A started laughing which isn’t a usual reaction in a bathroom. We went over to look at what was so funny. In the stall was a pair of striped panties hanging out of the trash receptacle.
I, always having my camera, felt that it was totally picture worthy to remember the night by. And so I took a picture. I must say we were quite interested in knowing the story behind the missing panties and the speculation of about how they got there made for some good conversation.
When we left I was trying to show off my new photo to my friend J’s finance and one of our waiters (oh how we tortured the waiters that night…don’t worry, we tipped 30%). I couldn’t find the picture and so I thought I accidentally deleted it.
I was encouraged to go and take another one. So I went back into the bathroom. Only one person had come in while we were out in the hallway, a very…very…very drunk woman. And she left.
When I went back into the stall the underwear had been moved!!! Moved all the way to behind the toilet. Ummm. Who moves some one else’s used underwear????
Needless to say it was quite an amusing end to an already amusing night.
For almost the last 4 years, we have been a one car family. My husband always took the bus to work and so when our lease was up on our second car we decided to be nice to the enviroment and just go with one car.
At first we lived close enough to the park and ride that he would just walk to it (unless it was super rainy). This got my husband exercise each day, which was a nice side benefit.
But then we bought a home. It was near a park and ride…sorta. But to get to it he would have to walk down a super busy road. And so, I got up every morning to take him and went every evening to pick him up. Amazingly enough, there were only a few times in those years that we really needed two cars. We just made it work.
But last Monday my husband started a new job. He left the juggernaut that is Microsoft to go to a smaller company. No, he wasn’t laid off (thank goodness), it was all of his own free will. It became quite apparent though that taking the bus was no longer going to be working out.
So off to buy a new car we went. We already owned a Ford Focus and it has been a great little car for us. And so we decided to get another one. This one is quite different than our first car. That one doesn’t even have power locks or windows. Our new car has Sync, which takes some getting used to but is kind of nice. It plays my Ipod. We have Sirius (which I big puffy heart). It has bluetooth and just knows when someone is calling, which is needed since we aren’t suppose to use our phones in the car in the state of Washington. No one seems to follow that law, but at least I can now.
Yes, I get the drive the new car while he commutes with the older car. Though I must say that between learning all the new stuff that the car does and all the new stuff that my phone does my brain is ready to explode. I must say I am doing better with the car than the phone. The phone does far too many things.
In unrelated to car news, my desire to bake and photograph is out the window right now. I had a paying gig last week and am now tired of taking photos. Hopefully this will pass quickly so that I can you know, run my blog.
So today was the annual trek to the Pumpkin Patch. Though we are Burb people, we are lucky enough to be surrounded by local farms. So we have lots of options. This year we decided to go to the one that is down the street from our house. It was nice and low key. They don’t have as much stuff as the other people, but that is fine by us, because all we want are some pumpkins.
Normally I drag my poor husband through the majority of the patch because I am looking for obscure colored pumpkins. Last years prize was finding this bright, almost neon yellow pumpkin.
But this year for some reason I wanted to stick with traditional orange. We also got a large pumpkin, which never do either. My husband was less than appreciative of that idea. But at least this year we were smart enough to get a wheel barrow.
This is the turkey that I made very, very angry. I think I dredged up bad feelings when I commented that I wouldn’t be eating him tomorrow. For though tomorrow is Thanksgiving, my husband is not big on turkey, so we go the chicken route. Speaking of Canadian Thanksgiving, I hope those of you who celebrate it have a nice one. Be sure to watch the Flames game.
They had Apple Cider Slushies. Even though it was cold out, I really needed one of those. So my hands got frozen and so did my brain, but it was worth it. Super duper tasty.
And here the pumpkins are safe at home. Although I am not sure how safe, as two of our pumpkins were taken last year. But this year we are home for Halloween, last year we were at hockey, so hopefully my pumpkins wont go bye-bye!
I think Halloween is the only time of year when my dog wishes we had children.
Here she is modeling her lovely Land Shark costume. I couldn’t help it. Dressing her up amuses me. She actually doesn’t mind just the shark part, but she if highly anti the hat.
Besides the costume, I bought lots of candy, though this year I got stuff I don’t want to eat. That wont stop me from eating it, but the intent was there. And really, isn’t that what counts?
Even Crazy Cocker Spaniel has a bad hair day. Here she is pictured with Little Fuzzy Bunny, who is none to happy to be posing for pictures. Which is why there are always more puppy than bunny pictures.
The front yard is done. Here is a little bit of it. If you are saying what changed, there used to only be those three large bushes. We tried to add some color to the yard. And more importantly, colorful plants that are hearty. The hubs and I have black thumbs. Here’s hoping they make it.
The In-Laws have left and life is sort of getting back to normal. There is large amounts of laundry to
ignore do. Fun stuff like that.
I am however working on winning the lottery so I can buy this dress. Swoon. I keep telling myself it would look horrible on me.
As always though, if you are looking for something to satisfy your sweet tooth, you know where to go.
I love it when my day involves getting to set something on fire! This Honey-Pumpkin Tart will be up in a couple of days over on CCbP. And let me just say it is so yummy.
I just started reading this today. Really excited about this. Are you reading anything great right now?
Life is fairly mundane right now. Since I go to physical therapy and can’t do anything life gets pretty boring. I am suppose to play hockey on Friday, but don’t see it happening. Speaking of hockey, I have to decided if it will be worth it to play on two teams for the Winter. I want to but that darn money thing and all. Plus my husband and I wanted to curl this Winter (stop laughing) so we will have to discuss.