I can’t even think of anything else to say because my hatred for winter is consuming me. I try to be in good spirits, but I’m already sick of being cold and wet and dirty and inconvenienced all the time.
I hate winter.
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There is possibly nothing I hate more than when People say “Happy Turkey Day”
I’ve nearly stabbed many people in the eye today, and I think I’ve hit my limit of patience for such imbeciles, so watch out.
On Saturday I raked leaves with Brad and Sarah for over three hours! This is why people don’t wait and do it all in one day. I think I pulled a muscle in my back, and Brad can’t really bend over. Plus his sweet delicate beautiful hands are all torn up (sorry babe–your hands are manly I promise, but they’re also sweet and beautiful).
That’s me jumping into Brad’s massive pile of leaves.
And that’s Brad jumping in the leaves… or is he HUMPING the leaves?
Just cuz I’m lame: Awhile ago Brad and I bought this plant, which we named Pianta. We always talk about it like it’s our daughter, so we decided to take a family portrait. God I look terrible, but I’m in pajamas, so that’s a license to look like shit right? Isn’t our daughter so cute? Feel free to send gifts.
Okay so Brad and I decided to draw each other awhile ago. Note that neither of us is an artist, therefore the results are really funny and I thought others might be interested in a good laugh.
Brad’s depiction of Shannon:
Shannon’s depiction of Brad:
I was too lazy to find any pictures for you to compare to, but just know that they’re both horrible. Look at his monkey lips! Look at my non-forehead! And my chin!
Ignore the words and numbers, I was studying for the GRE back then.
My eyes have been a more brilliant blue in the last sixish months. I always had drab eyes, very bland and unnoticeable. I would get compliments on other things, like my hands and even my eyebrows. But never my eyes, nobody noticed those.
Brad was the first person to tell me he loved my eyes, and certainly the first person to list them as a top five favorite feature. He even said my eyes are the first thing he noticed about me. So obviously he’s my dream man, but anyway…
In the last few months people have actually commented on my eyes, complimented them even. “You have such pretty blue eyes” or “Your eyes really stand out today” This is all new and shocking to me, so I told my sister about it. Without hesitation she said “It’s because you’re in love.”
Has anyone ever heard of this before? She said it’s a relatively known fact, when you’re in love you emit some chemical or something that enhances your eyes. What?! Google failed me. Any ideas?
I just now got pumpkin pictures from Brad. I realize they’re way outdated, but I’m posting them anyway because I have nothing else to talk about.
Brad’s “Dean Martin” pumpkin
My “Pirate Skull” pumpkin
Our “Post Carving” picture
Yesterday I spent 3 straight hours with 200 6th graders. Note to self: never EVER be a middle school teacher. They were fun, but I just do not have the energy. I’m questioning my ability to even be a parent.
We were making figures out of that cool Crayola Model Magic stuff. One girl made hers in a pregnant bride carrying flowers. And a baby.
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Merribeth (am I spelling that right?), Em, and Robin
And here’s Robin with some random sweaty guy.
