Monday, April 25, 2011

dressing the part.

Spring is taking its good ol' time getting here, and I am doing everything I can to keep my chin up and my eyes on the prize. (The prize being warm weather and summertime fun, of course.) Our friends, Leah and Dan, recently got back from a week in Costa Rica (lucky ducks). When I saw Leah after they got back, she was sporting this super cute bag. She told me that when she saw it in the store, she knew it would be the perfect explorer bag for their trip. To which Dan responded "You just like to look the part, don't you?" Um... DUH! A girl has got to be prepared. I mean, you wouldn't go on a Costa Rican adventure with a clutch purse, would you? And I just so happen to have my own adventure on the (semi-distant) horizon that I am looking forward to. Day dreaming about this trip really gets me through these cold, rainy days weeks. And of course I am already planning my perfect National Parks Adventure wardrobe. (Todd says "Just pack a couple of t-shirts and some shorts. You don't have to look cute."... ugh, BOYS!)

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

lightning levity.

We've been having some rain lately. (Which is generally okay by me since it's not snow.) The other day this "rain" actually turned into a pretty big storm, and knocked our power out right as I was getting ready for bed. Now, for the most part, storms don't usually bother me... it really depends on the time of day, what I've eaten lately, if I've just watched a particularly unsettling TV show or movie... (unless someone throws in the word "tornado", then you'll see a grown woman seeking shelter in the bathtub.) Anyway, during this recent black-out I got a little nervous. Okay, I slept with a flashlight. As I lay there in terror, Todd said "What are you going to do when we have kids??" And I immediately remembered this sequence of cells from Hyperbole and a Half's latest post, "The Scariest Story":

I imagine this is the type of child I will have. The one clawing at her parents bedroom door. What goes around comes around.

(P.S. You should totally read all of the stories over at Hyperbole and a Half. Pure gold.)