F This.

It's eight below here. I checked the weather on Jake's Wii yesterday and it's warmer in both the South and North poles than it is in Minnesota right now. I'm practically on a friggin' dogsled.

And my flights better not get cancelled to Washington. Everyone say a prayer, because I will seriously flip my shit.

Best Fight Ever.

Matt, as he gets out of the shower: Geri, here's the deal.
Me: What?
Matt: Here's the deal. I filled up the blue dinosaur with water and I left him next to the soap in the shower filled up. The last time I did that, you emptied him out and put him back in the toy caddy with the other squirt toys.
Me: Yes, yes I did. Why do we need a dinosaur filled up with water in the shower?
Matt: Because sometimes there's spiders in the shower and I have to squirt them away!
Me: ....
Matt: And it takes me a really long time to fill him up! I have to cup my hand against my belly and let the water fill up and then let the dinosaur drink the water to fill him up.
Me: I'm...I'm sorry. I'll never empty the dinosaur again.
Matt: Good.

And he pranced off to the bedroom. I never thought I'd hear a logical argument for a grown man to play with a bathtub dinosaur, but I was once again proven wrong by Matthew Bartz.

Sigh.

I hate it when my gut feeling turns out to be right.

Caylee

P.S.

Also, why is Amy the only one subscribed to my cooking blog?! I work and slave all day over that blog and I have two followers in my tiny army! IT'S THE GARLIC, ISN'T IT?!

Seriously. Subscribe. It'll be fun and someday we'll have Crockpot Army t-shirts.

Christmas Present

I'm coming home in December! I hope to see everyone and maybe jet over to Pasco to see those cousins I'm so fond of.

If I don't see you, I guess it can wait until February, when I move home.


Okay, not exactly home. We're moving to Vancouver, and that's a hell of a lot closer than this pit.