A Thousand Words

We're settling in here in my mom's basement.
We might be here a week.
We might be here a year.  At this point, it's anyone's guess.

I decided this morning that Hubs and I would just have to move in to the apartment with the mean management.  It won't be available until September 8 so we'll all have to make a few sacrifices.
I called about noon.  The lady said the apartment had gone this morning.  Their next opening is in October.

So, you know, that was a bit of good news...

Because I am too tired mentally and physically to charm you with my usual wit and wisdom tonight I'm going to dump some August pictures instead.  I don't have Instagram so these are all never before seen (And let's face it, the only reason I would get it would be to stalk Jef Holm)  Hold on to your britches!

This is a picture of how hot I look after I work out.  See the red splotches on my face?  That's an aphrodisiac in some cultures, you know.  Hubs had just finished obliterating me in tennis.  He's a fierce competitor, that Hubs!

One of my BFFs, Brooke, moved to Denver a year ago.  She's on the right, smiling like an idiot.  She came into town so naturally we hit up the water park.  Brooke and Mandy are most likely going to be mad at me for posting this picture because, well, let's just say they're not exactly putting out the vibe like I am.  If I'm going to be honest with you folks I might as well tell you that I have another picture of the three of us in the exact same pose in which both Mandy and Brooke both look much better.  But sometimes it just feels good to put ugly pictures of your friends on the Internet.  As if every frustration that happened to me this week is worth it just knowing how powerless my friends are when it comes to my blogging choices.

I commented on a blog.  This picture of "me" came up.  That is not me.  That is not my child. If you know this woman, stop her now!  She is POSING AS ME!

Mandy's birthday party.  Mandy is single and she invited me over to her birthday shindig which involved a bunch of other single people.  Hubs wasn't feeling up to partying with single people so I made a quick appearance by myself.  Everyone looked at me like the true married freak that I am.   They did not want to wear my princess party hats nor did they think my jokes were funny.  Sheesh, it was a tough crowd!  Being single is not as easy as it was in my day, I'll tell you.



My best friend, Crazy A, had her baby!  And named her Bonnie!  Prepare to have your mind blown...  in this picture you are seeing not one, but TWO Bonnies!  Yes.   It is possible.  The baby is adorable and smells like a baby and cuddles right in to your arm and makes you wonder, "Golly, surely everything would be right in the world if I just had a baby like this to cuddle with?"

My new lover.  His name is Buddy.  Property of my madre.  He follows me around like the plague.  Hubs is madly in love with the pup, but don't tell him I told you.  Hubs tries to act tough, but I figured him out long ago.

And that, lovelies, is a wrap.

At the end of the day, God is good.  Life is sweet.  Home is about the people you're with. 

I'm feeling pretty dang blessed right now.

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