August 7

I love Fridays off!!! Today, when Jack went to teach his private lessons, I started working on these wooden letters, that are for my friend's baby girl's room. I think they turned out well!

August 6

I arrived home and noticed that our front lawn was mowed.

Awwww! Jack mowed our lawn! And on his busy day at work too! I thought.

When I got inside, I opened up his laptop, opened a Word document, and typed a nice message to him.

Thank you for mowing our lawn, husband! I love living with you!

When it came time to make dinner, I went into the kitchen and opened the pantry, noticing a box of red beans and rice on one of the shelves.

"Jack loves Cajun food! Since he was so nice to mow the lawn today, I'll make him a special dinner - Cajun grilled chicken, red beans and rice, and fresh green beans," I thought.

And it was an awesome meal. Not only did I go all out with the Cajun-ness (when Jack took his first bite of chicken he made a loud yummy noise and said "you nailed it."), I decided that, for the first time ever, I would cook the fresh green beans the way his mom makes them - boiling them in chicken broth and real bacon - rather than steaming them, which is how I always cook them.

I may have created a monster, because he went crazy over them (and I must admit, they were pretty amazing).

After he had finished eating, he opened his laptop to play a game. Seeing my message, he looked at me, confused.

"Thank you for mowing the lawn?" he read aloud. "I didn't mow the lawn."

"You didn't?" I asked, surprised.

"Nope," he confessed.

Turns out my Dad mowed it. Guess I owe Dad a Cajun dinner.

August 5

Today, I was walking to Starbucks and talking to my friend Joanna, when I happened to glance down and notice something strange. The front of my white tank top that I was wearing under my shirt looked weird.

Upon closer inspection, I found this:


Oh yes. I was wearing my undershirt backwards.

23 years old and I still can't properly dress myself.

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When I got home today (in the pouring rain, by the way), I was anxious to see how Maggie did on her first day in "jail." After coming home way too many times to urine stains (or worse) on my carpet, I decided it was time to invest in a baby gate. She just couldn't be trusted to roam free when we were gone anymore.

We have a little tiled area at our back door where the gate would fit really well, and it would be better than putting her in a crate. She had plenty of room to move around, and her bed, food, water, and toys would all fit there nicely. In fact, that's where we used to keep our dogs in the summer when I was growing up (they were outside dogs but sometimes it was just tooooo hot).

I could hear Maggie inside as I started to open the door. She was excitedly whining. I turned the handle and pushed.

The door didn't budge.

My initial thought was that Jack set up the gate on the back door, since he leaves out of the front sometimes.

Great, I thought. He locked me out. And I don't even have a key to the house.

Fortunately, my neighbors have a copy of the key, and I was able to get in the front. When I opened the front door, Maggie greeted me excitedly.

"Maggie, what are you doing here? You're not supposed to be out!" I said to her, as I walked to the back door to inspect the damage.

She had knocked down the gate to get out. It was wedged between the opposite wall and the door, and therefore preventing the door from opening from the outside.

My dog locked me out of my own house.

She's an evil genius.

August 4

Today was the last day for Jack's old pair of flip-flops that he got a few years ago. They finally gave out today, so he was very excited to get to buy a new (really comfortable) pair of flip flops to replace them today, and he took great joy in showing them off. In this picture, he has his old, broken flip flop on his right foot, and his new, super-snazzy flip flop on his left.

Sometimes it's the little things.

August 3

Jack had the day off from work today, which meant that when I arrived home, he was there!! It was really nice to see how normal people live!

Since I usually cook, I had "him" cook tonight - we went to Sonic and got buy-one-get-one-free coney dogs and shakes! Yum! Then, we watched "Bedtime Stories," (and it was over before midnight! Imagine!)

Not a bad evening with my friend!

August 2

So 4 days ago, our power went out. Since then, the outlets in our bathrooms haven't been working (which makes straightening my hair a lot harder, because, you know, the straightener doesn't work so well when it's cold). As it turns out, that's supposed to be an indication that the power outlet in the garage needs to be reset.

Unfortunately, the outlet that needed to be reset was supposed to be supplying power to the refrigerator that lives in our garage. And of course, the freezer in said refrigerator was full of the meat I had stocked up on during my many couponing ventures.

It took us a while to clean up the smelly, disgusting, bloody mess that was our freezer, but fortunately we had a LOT of ice in there with the meat, so we didn't lose much of it.

Food poisoning, here we come!

August 1

Today Jack had to judge all day for the Texas Twister, and so I had the day to myself at home, which was good, because I really had to work on my blog designs and recover from my cold.

When he came home, he brought these super-cool medals with him from his winnings yesterday!