That's right, besides the laptop becoming terminally ill, I have no good excuse for my nearly month long absence. So, I'll just jump in and tell you what I've been up to lately.
- I celebrated my 30ish birthday...
It also happened to be Donut Appreciation Day. I celebrated with the best donut EVER.
Wayne bought a bike....for himself...on my birthday.
The bridge over the Mississippi River in Muscatine
Not the cleanest picture, but the best I could do without my tripod
- Then we went to the Cancer Survivor's Day celebration at the University of Iowa Hospitals and Clinics. We had fun, won a prize, ate some food, played some games and of course, no celebration in Iowa City is complete without Herky the Hawk (the University of Iowa's mascot).
A reluctant Wayne with Herky
- We've had to spend a few evenings in the basement waiting out tornado warnings.
- Lola was asked to leave obedience class when she went into heat on the very first night.
Doesn't Daddy know I'm a girl? Why did he get me this red camo diaper?
- I had pink hair.
- Now I have blue hair.
It's no secret that I like pink, but I must say that the blue is my favorite. But for some reason, it's also the messiest. You know how when you dye your hair red it looks like you're bleeding when you wash your hair.
Well, it looked like I murdered a smurf in my shower. I could probably claim self defense because I have blue dye under my fingernails. Every morning I wake up with blue streaks on my cheeks and at least twice a day I have to wipe the blue dye off my ears. It literally looks like I'm morphing into a smurf.
I've had red, purple, green, blue and pink and I've never had the problems that I have with the blue dye.
By the way, Wayne HATES the different colors.
- We've had at least 15, um, discussions about the hand soap in the upstairs bathroom. Wayne thinks it leaves his hands sticky. I think he's crazy.
- I ended up with several bruises, scratches and scrapes all over my arms after helping Wayne load some fencing in the car.
I may or may not have sent the pictures to a few friends with the message "The next time Wayne asks for pancakes, I'm just gonna make them."
Then Wayne was trying to convince me to buy something at the local farm supply store. I may or may not have very loudly said "Fine, Fine, buy whatever you want just no more bruises".
Not a single person believed me...not even for a second...I guess that's a good thing.
