Steph and Andrew are going apple picking with their friends instead of hanging out with us. We are jealous and decided to poke.




Steph and Andrew are going apple picking with their friends instead of hanging out with us. We are jealous and decided to poke.




Eric and I let Zack borrow our (Dad’s) car for the weekend. He returned it to the garage last night, which is about 7 blocks from our apartment.
Also please note how he totally threw his girlfriend under the bus.


Two hours into a 24-hour babysitting stint with my nephew, and I’ve already run through all the emotions.

One minute later:

One hour later:

Therapist: “So, you and Eric are talking about starting a family soon?”
Me: “Well, I mean, yeah. Not right this moment, but soon. We’re married and we both want kids and I’m not getting any younger, so…”
Therapist: “Yes, you’ve said that. But what about right now makes you feel more ready than when we’ve talked about it in the past?”
Me (thinking): “Well….we came up with a hilarious way to announce it on Facebook.”
Therapist: ![]()
Me: “Oh, is that not a sign of readiness?”
Therapist: ![]()
Whatever, lady. Like anyone’s ready for this shit.
Having one of those mornings where I’m feeling antsy, restless, and a little lost. So like any highly educated, emotionally intelligent individual, I turned to my decision-making paperweight spinner for answers.
Me: “So like, in life in general, Spinning Paperweight….what next?”

Ok, so. Babies.
“If you poop on the potty, I’ll make you a martini.”
— Big Steve, helping to potty train The Boog

We threw Mom a surprise birthday party here in the Outer Banks. I took care of designing/ordering the t-shirts and wine glasses and creating/hosting a “Who Knows Mom Best” trivia game.
The one job I delegated was to buy a grocery store sheet cake. I told Andrew and Eric before they left– a sheet cake FROM THE GROCERY STORE. You know, the shitty kind with the plastic top over it. It’s old school and totally artificial and mom loves it because it reminds her of childhood.
Also please note how helpful Steph was during this exchange.
Eric is flying into Norfolk, Virginia tomorrow to meet us in the Outer Banks. I was going to pick him up, but the drive is almost 2 hours each way, and he’s insisting uber is fine.

(I still feel bad)
((Not bad enough to pick him up, though.))