My friend Tara emailed me as soon as Robert moved in, "I want to make him a sign."
How amazing is that? Even more amazing, the split second I told him about it, he knew what he wanted his sign to say. And he knew the verse was from 1 Corinthians.
Stick a fork in me.
Also: I don't know how to readjust the white balance on Cory's camera. I'm on a need-to-know basis with the Beast. Whatevs. I sort of dig the look, me, the girl who usually wants all her photos warmed way up.
It was between laundry, "important" writing, sleeping, and cleaning the bathrooms.
Tell me I was wrong!
(Howard totally had my back.)
I'm still all swoony and moony over Carissa's Laundry Room (Brown Eyed Fox).
I can't stop loving and thinking about Paige's post on parenting teenagers with trust rather than skepticism. This was written for me. Especially during this season. Why do I love to bust people so much? It's dumb. I want to offer my trust. But still be smart about things. I think I missed my calling as a detective. You can totally picture that, right???
This is one of my favorite kids' books right now. If you live in the 'hood or even if you just want to talk to your short people about kids living different kinds of lives in different kinds of places, this will rock you right out of your shoes. The illustrations are insanely beautiful.
I got these earrings as part of the Craft Weekend swag. They're by Ike & Co. and I wear them all the time. I find I'm drawn to round earrings. I think it's because I wear a lot of stripes and gingham and plaid. And, you know, straight + curvy = perfection.
So, I signed up for a free trial of Amazon Prime. Weird, right?
Totally not weird.
For one thing, we currently pay $8/month for a Netflix instant-streaming account that we barefly ever use. The yearly subscription to Amazon Prime clocks in cheaper. PLUS...free 2-day shipping on tons of stuff. Say what? I already bought two Christmas gifts for around 30% less than they would retail, and they shipped to my door 2 days later. For free.
I'm sold. Christmas shopping in my yoga pants? Sign. Me. Up.
Adding to the charm, we watched 50 First Dates last night (Robert's pick. I'm so for real) and it reminded me (for free!) that there really is something quite fetching about Drew Barrymore. I want to be annoyed by her, but I can never pull it off.
Amazon is offering free trial memberships through October. Technically, you could get just the freebie and get all your shopping done before you owed a dime. Of course, that would mean you're highly organized and on top of your life and I would probably never speak to you again, but it's probably a risk worth taking.
Back to that grody bathroom situation. I'm officially in amor with Scrubbing Bubbles Bathroom Cleaner. I'm sure it's toxic and ungreen and overpriced and blah blah blah, but it works. It cleans the grubby-small-person tub and the insanely-dirty-big-person-who-works-in-a-factory shower like it means serious bidness.
I love you, baking soda and white vinegar and lemon rinds. I really do.
But I love you more, poisonous mystery bubbles.
Ain't no shame in this game.
Happy rest of the weekend, Party People!
Be a dear and tell me something you're loving right now.