This week happened.
This stud below got honored by his alma mater on Tuesday night for graduating with the top GPA in the business school. Will worked full time and went to school while he completed his degree, while also meeting (and marrying) me, being super involved in our church, and just generally being an all around bang up husband, son, brother and friend. I have never met a harder worker than Will, and I could not be more proud of him for all that he has accomplished the past few years.
As his date for the evening, I took the role of embarrassingly him very seriously. Let’s just say that I have been properly prepped in the public embarrassment arena: My mom and sisters used to come to my theatre performances bearing posters they would hold up during the curtain call, while giving a standing ovation (even if no one else was standing up) and yelling ‘Go Heather!!!’
I can’t until we have our own kids so I can embarrass them. In the meantime, embarrassing my husband will have to do.
It has been raining something fierce here in Texas, which means I have gotten great use out of my new rain boots and rain jacket (my birthday and Christmas presents this past year, because I am bad at buying practical things for myself. Dresses and cute underwear do not keep you dry from the rain, I’ll tell ya that much). We had a delayed start at work Monday morning because of flooding, which meant I got to start my week off with an extra two hours of sleep. By the time I got to campus and made my daily trek from the parking garage to my office in the rain, this was me:
On the topic of Singing in the Rain, this movie is one of the more delightful films ever made. If you haven’t seen it, you should. You can skip the trippy 30 minute dance sequence in the middle, I’m giving you permission now, it’s just for the best. But, I promise, it will make you happy. Other old movies that will make you happy? Meet Me in St. Louis (I have a huge girl crush on Judy Garland, she is perfection), Some Like It Hot (Marilyn Monroe, cross dressing hilarity, what more do you need?), and Charade (Audrey Hepburn, Cary Grant, the mob). If you have a rainy weekend ahead of you, which it seems like most of the US does, Netflix one of these classics.
three. Be still my ovaries. Will and I babysat for Diddy & Ben on Saturday evening, and this sweet little lady was almost too much to handle. She has gotten hilariously demanding as of late, but with her limited vocabulary, her request for chips and popsicles just comes out “yeah! YEAH!!! YEAH!!!” until you figure out what it is she wants (growling means ‘no,’ we know that much).
Ben was his usual feisty, adorable self. While reading him an ABC animal book before bed, he insisted on “reading” me his own ABC animal book, which was the back cover of a book that had all the letters of the alphabet listed out. He also insisted on reading it at the same time as me.
It went something like this:
Me (reading from an actual book): A is for Antelope, who live on the plains of Africa.
Ben (simultaneously, while reading from the book in his brain): B is for Bull, who are very hungry, and can kill a human!
I didn’t do any confessions this week, so here goes:
We have a bit of a bug problem in our apartment, more so than any place I’ve ever lived in. They aren’t bad bugs by and large, just like, little mortimers, tiny grasshoppers, and lots of freaking enormous moths. This may be because we are surrounded by trees and plants and shrubbery, or maybe because it’s an older property and therefore not as well sealed. All I know is that anytime you have that phantom feeling that something might be crawling on you, but 9 out of 10 times it’s nothing… in our apartment, it’s 10 out of 10 times, no question, there is something crawling on you. When I was in the bathroom the other night without my glasses on or contacts in. I looked down at my slippers and thought there was a cockroach sitting on top of my right foot. I screamed, kicked my slippered foot into the wall, sprouted a gray hair, and probably lost 3 years off my life.
After putting on my glasses, I looked down and saw this:
Now that I have officially transitioned into adulthood after acquiring multiple house plants, all I want to do is spend all of my money buying cute gardening things. Do you see that matching shovel & pruning set??? I want that. Do you see that floral gardening can? I want that. I feel very Lorelai after she realizes that going fishing with her new boyfriend means that she can buy stuff for the outing.
Luke: You look ridiculous.
Lorelai: I look adorable. No one ever told me that if you fish, you get to buy an outfit. I’ll do just about anything if I can buy an outfit!
I potted both the lavender and the rosemary last night, in our kitchen sink, about five minutes before we were set to leave to go to a friend’s house for dinner, while Will said repeatedly, ‘Can we do this outside? Does this have to happen right now? and I repeatedly dug my bare hands into the potting soil because I don’t have cute gardening gloves yet and said ‘Am I doing this right? What is supposed to be happening right now? Does this look ok?’
The lavender is looking a little ‘lean-y’ because I think I put too much potting soil in and possibly left the root ball exposed… but um, I think it’s probably going to be ok.