I know, I'm a slacker. There just hasn't really been much to post about. But this will be a rather long post. Woohoo. You should all prepare to be amazed.
Last Friday was Husband's 23rd birthday. No, I did not forget about it. That's not what the "late" in the post title means. It simply means that I am quite late posting about it. To make up for my recent laxness in posting, I submit some photos of the event for your viewing pleasure. (Also, "laxness" is totally a real word. I thought I might have made it up, so I checked
dictionary.com. It's a legitimate word.) (And now you can say that you learned something from my blog, unless you happen to be smarter than me and already knew that "laxness" was a real word.)
The birthday boy and his friend "Dan-at-work." Yes, that's what Husband actually calls him. They kind of act like idiots when they're together, sometimes. In case you couldn't guess that on your own. They make me laugh. Dan and his wife Amy came to the dinner party.
This is a picture of Peter (a good friend) and Ruth (my last roommate -- and one of my favorites!) in my kitchen. Peter loves to cook. And I mean he loves it. So much so, he volunteered --
volunteered, people! -- to cook a meal and a cake for the birthday party. And I've had Peter's cooking before, and there is no way I was going to say no to that when he was volunteering! I'd have to be delusional to refuse. He made some delicious pasta with 4-cheese sauce and chicken, plus a salad, rolls with a chicken-and-cream-cheese filling, fruit parfaits, a special mixed drink (non-alcoholic, of course :) haha), and a German chocolate cake. YUM. (Oh, and did I mention that Peter is one of my heroes? He's a soldier and came home a few months ago from spending a year in Iraq. I've been thinking about the people who help keep us safe a lot today, September 11. I find that I don't have the right words to write a post about that, but I've been thinking about it today. I'm so grateful for those who aren't afraid to do what's right!)
The only drawback to preparing a huge delicious meal! It was worth it, though. I totally intended to do the dishes on Saturday morning. But then Husband and I both fell asleep watching a movie later on in the night, and when we woke up the dishes were done! Dan and Amy left before the movie, but Peter and Ruth stayed late and did them all...did I tell you they're my heroes yet?
Amy and Ruth. And Peter's hand. Making bunny ears. Awesome.
Me and one of my lovely parfaits. Peter made the stuff for them, but I put them together. They were delicious. There was the crunchy layer with nuts and oatmeal and brown sugar, then there was the creamy layer with cream cheese and whipped cream, then the fruit layer of blueberries, raspberries, and blackberries. Lather, rinse, repeat. Wow.
Funny story about how the parfait glasses found their way into my apartment. Friday morning Husband was at work, I was at the temple, and our back door was unlocked. Peter and Ruth brought the glasses over (they tried calling, but only got my voicemail, obviously, since I was in the temple) to leave them on our balcony, but then they decided to check the door. And it was unlocked. So they let themselves in. Peter left a comment on the whiteboard by the door, and Ruth left a note telling me they'd broken in smack in the middle of the floor (so I wouldn't miss it, I presume). Yeah. Thanks, guys. But really, Peter and Ruth are two of the only people I would trust to be in my apartment/house without me there, or even knowing about it. They're just awesome that way.
And finally, Peter and Ruth, the chef and the prankster extraordinaire. And also, two of my favorite people ever. In case you didn't know.
Since there aren't very many pictures of the birthday boy, here are a few more from other times.
I meant to post this one a long time ago, but kept forgetting. He made me some cookies one night (because I wanted them. So there.) and decided to be silly when putting them on the pan. (No, he did not do this because he didn't know any better. He was being obnoxious. And I might add that he was quite pleased with himself. He thinks he's rather clever. So do I, come to think of it. I laughed for 10 minutes.)
Right after this picture, he started to remove the excess dough, but I wouldn't let him. I wanted to see what they would look like when cooked. So here's that picture, in case any of you are like me.
And yes, they were delicious cookies. I'd actually love one right now...but I'm trying to cut back on sweets. Darn.
Here's what he's doing right now:
That is the twin bed my parents gave us for our second bedroom. It's quite convenient because that's the same room where the computer is. We can hang out together and be comfortable at the same time! Last night I fell asleep on that bed while Husband was on the computer.
WARNING: THE NEXT PHOTO IS RATHER GRAPHIC AND DISGUSTING. IN FACT I'M NOT REALLY SURE WHY I'M POSTING IT, EXCEPT THAT THIS IS A POST ALL ABOUT HUSBAND. SO DON'T SUE ME, YEAH? AND IF YOU HAVE A WEAK STOMACH OR SOMETHING, PLEASE PLEASE JUST SKIP THE REST OF THIS POST. THANK YOU.
This is Husband's ingrown toenail.
The same toenail that he refuses to go to the doctor about (he went back in January, and they claimed they fixed it, but they didn't, so he refuses to go again. I think this is worse, though). Question: How do you convince your husband that "operating" on your own ingrown toenail with a bobby pin you have bent open, a pair of flat-head tweezers, and bits of paper towels is NOT a good idea? Because it's disgusting. And highly unsanitary. And I wasn't joking about him digging at his toenail with a bobby pin. And he doesn't know that I'm posting this. And he probably won't be happy that I did. Oops. Husband, if you read this, I did it out of love. Really, I did.
