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After two hours of waiting in this line

This facial expression

Weaving in and out of bookshelves while Hubert wore Ellie's headband

This facial expression because we weren't planning on two hours and therefore left all food at home

And showing me her belly because that is where her food should have been

We voted 

Cool Outfit

This is what happens when she chooses what to wear.

A Pumpkin Amongst Pumkins

Last week Ellie and I went to the Black Island Farm with some friends and although the name makes no sense because there was nothing black about this place,except for the gigantic tires, and it was in Syracuse, a land-locked town (like all of Utah), we had a great time.  And here are some fun pictures.

The Shower Incident

Have you ever found yourself in a peculiar situation?  One that you really don't know how or why you got there?  Well, this such situation happened to me just the other night, or should I say morning.  You see, at 1:15 in the am on Saturday, I found myself standing in my shower with no recollection as to how I got there.  The only reason I regained consciousness was because I noticed the scalding water that was burning my skin.  Luckily, I wasn't standing in my clothes in the shower, but it was still a little jarring.  So anyway, there I was, totally confused and at the time I didn't know what time it was.  You see, I had to be up at 5:00 so in my mind I was thinking that my body just got up because it knew it was time.  Yeah, I know, dumb.  But I guess what really threw me off was when I got out of the shower my alarm clock was sitting on the bathroom counter.  Now, I'm sure that most people have a small alarm clock, but ours is huge 

as seen by it almost being half the size of Ellie and it's also awkwardly plugged in behind my bed and night stand, so pulling the plug isn't easy, as I realized by the huge scrape on my wrist.  Now I'm staring at the alarm clock really trying to figure out what's going on and wanting to know the time because I thought I was running late.  I walked into our bedroom and grabbed my watch and it read 1:15.  I didn't think that could possibly be right, so I went downstairs and the other clocks read the same thing.  I think at the exact moment I realized what had happened and laughed really hard and went back into the bedroom.  Unfortunately, I have slept-walked before but never to this extreme.  Another unfortunate thing is that you need a degree in engineering to figure out how to set the alarm clock, so I had to wake Hubert up to help me and of course explain what just happened.  We both got a pretty good laugh.

Off The Wagon

Wow, where do I begin?  I guess it all started about 2 weeks ago.  Hubert and I were out to dinner and when the waitress asked if we would like anything to drink I immediately said water.  As soon as she started walking away, and after Hubert ordered his Coke, I thought that I had been very good at drinking only water and I deserved a delicious treat and so I yelled after her like like a woman panicly yelling at her child who is about to get hit by a car. After she cautiously returned to our table I ordered my Coke and that was that, I was hooked again.  Three delicious Cokes later we were done with our meal, but I wasn't done with Coke.  Of course we didn't have any in our home, so I thought about an excuse I could use to get it back into our fridge.  I remember that I was grocery shopping the next day and I needed to come up with a list and I had recently learned the recipe for Cafe Rio pork and it required about 6 cans of Coke and just knowing this information and that my next fix was only hours away, I could sleep that night.  The next day I awoke with a new sense of purpose, and that purpose was getting that delicious amber-brown nectar that simultaneously burned my throat and tickled my nose with it's delightful fizz to be mine, and only mine.  Oh, why only mine?  Well, I couldn't possibly let Hubert know my addiction had returned, so I decided I needed to hide my Cokes around the house.  Now, I know this looks gross, but really with a little soap and a bucket full of scolding water, it came clean.

Because I am the only one who waters our one and only plant in the house, I knew that Hubert would never suspect I hid one there and besides, don't the colors look great together?  I wonder if I could use the unlikely combination of red and green during an upcoming winter month and decorate crafts, lights, and possibly a pine tree which I plan displaying in my living room.  It's really amazing how drinking Coke really expands my mind.

If you look away too quickly, you might have missed the Coke amongst my beloved Japanese dolls, but there it is, silently camouflaged.  Again, Hubert doesn't pay much attention to my decorating choices and even though these dolls are displayed directly in front of our living room, I don't think he'll notice.  It's the perfect cover.

Of course, my cover of being a non-Cokeaholic was blown and I had to face my demons, which I have been doing for the last two days along side the gigantic headache that always accompanies my relapses.  So please, if you see me in the neighborhood, don't look away and cross the street in order to avoid me.  I'm human, too.