WE ARE SURROUNDED BY GENEROUS PEOPLE.

I’m not even kidding. We don’t deserve this kind of love from people.

Well, maybe Kevin does, but I sure don’t.

In the past few weeks, we’ve received a heavenly new bed.

(Thank you to those responsible).

Kevin said I can post a picture of it as long as I inform you it’s “the place where the magic happens.” And it is, if you consider “magic” the fact that I can go to sleep under the (500 thread count!) sheets and wake up with half of the material on the floor and the other half tangled around my scrawny legs like I’m Houdini in a great sleep escape, while my hair attempts to imitate Medusa and mouth dribbles out drool. See what you have to look forward to Kevin? And I didn’t even mention the makeup that by early morning has went from eye liner to black eye. It’s like you’re marrying a rabid raccoon.

Sexy.

Also. I used to make fun of people that sleep with pillows between their legs.

That was before, when all had was a twin bed and ONE pillow.

Now?

I totally sleep with a pillow between my knees. And it’s the firmer pillow – the one I think we intentionally bought for Kevin? Sorry, Kevin.

(But not really).

And then there is this thing. This huge, ginormous…

NO not the speakers. Let me finish.

I’m talking about the TV. My parents (bless them) walked in with this literally two minutes after Kevin and I finished setting up all our electronics on an entertainment stand his brother loaned us. My parents were all, “We’re sorry! We’ll take it back!” and I was like what, no. It’s a TV! And it’s HUGE! And it’s FREE! So Kevin and I ran out and bought a new entertainment stand. And if you’re looking closely at the picture, don’t judge our movie choices. It was a PG 13 movie! Just don’t ask me what it was. The only thing I remember is that redbox made some good money off of us for not returning it. Redbox: 1. Us: minus 5.

And then.

Then I got a call from my mom saying someone mailed us a big package and she’s pretty sure it’s a vacuum because, well? It says vacuum on it and who the hell would send us that?

My friend. A very good, very generous friend (SERIOUSLY PEOPLE STOP. Thank you cards aren’t going to cover all of my appreciation for your friendship alone. I can’t handle the gifts too!)

But wait. Bottom right corner. . . what is that?

Oh you know, just my helper.

Someone’s gotta help me. I can’t take photos of vaccuums when I could take photos of big brown eyes, and big ugly teeth.

I swear. He kills me.

Since he decided to be so in the way, I threw on his new harness and snapped some shots.

For the record?

Kevin hates the new harness.

It sparkles.

Glitters.

Glams.

Blings.

But I still bought it because Ollie needed a new one.

And even though he hated it, Kevin let me buy it but only because I threatened him that if he didn’t let me buy this one I was getting the bright pink one and then he would look FAB-U-LOUS! What neutered dog doesn’t want to look like a Diva?

Model on, Ollie. Model on.

IT’S LATE (Yep. You’ve heard this excuse from me many times). I just uploaded 1,100 photos I took on our trip from my new camera and I have a few waiting on my old one that I took to Six Flags with us.

It’s been an adventure.

We left last Wednesday after work. Just our luck, I had a cold and Kevin had started puking that morning, so six hours in the car sounded pretty much like the equivalent of stabbing myself in the eye with needles just for fun. There’s not much I can say about the drive out there other than Kevin brought a clear bowl to use for emergencies but thankfully didn’t have to use it, I was able to drive and stay awake the whole time and we made it there alive.

So, thanks to Nevada and all it’s emptiness I have nothing to say about the actual drive out so I’ll show you my chat I had about an hour before we left.

Thrilling, I know.

Ashley says:
Hi.
Are you able to play “name this rodent” with me??
It’ll take a minute for the pic to upload, then for me to send it to you.
The mother in me couldn’t kill it.
I know, I’m terrible.

Aubrey says:
Did you really find a rodent and keep it!?

Ashley says:
I was mowing, and it scurried out from under the mower—in the long tramp grass…
I thought I’d injured it,
so I just picked it up.
It squawked at me,
and has long teeth.

Aubrey says:
That’s an Aubrey thing to do.

Ashley says:
Now before you open the picture and go telling me its a mouse…..
I don’t want to pick it back up again to get close ups….
it has two huge teeth on bottom, its tiny enough that I can tell its a baby–like its ears don’t look open,
and it has THE longest claws I’ve ever seen on a rodent.
Granted, it poops like a mouse.
Is it a mouse?
We have these things in our lawn sometimes, that dig it up–that look like moles, and I wonder if its a baby one of those or what.
Or a mouse and I’m just losing it and caring for a mouse that will only end up eaten by my cat.

Aubrey says:
that my dear is a baby vole.

Ashley says:
what the hells a vole??

Aubrey says:
like a mole.
just a vole.

Ashley says:
My heart is glad that I didn’t pick up a mouse.

Aubrey says:
I can just hear Aspen, “nooo mouse!” (Last few seconds of the bottom video).

Ashley says:
it squawked at me when i picked it up
then I thought, “what the hell am I doing?? I have a crying baby inside the house and I’m picking up a baby rodent!”

So there you have it folks.

You now know what a vole is.

(Don’t worry – I’ll give you a real post after all the pictures are uploaded. I have a lot of stories to share with you!)

WHAT HAVE I BEEN DOING?

Oh, just a little of this.

I’ll give you more details after I come down from cloud nine.

Or after these saddle sores go away.

Ounch.