Killing time...

...before my boyfriend arrives. We have GRAND plans tonight: I'll probably watch him snood for the first hour few minutes, then we're watching some 1980's slasher movie "Prince of Darkness", then I'll listen to him make some fart noises, and then...who knows? The night is ours! But most likely after that's all done we'll just gaze lovingly into each other's eyes as we fall asleep tangled in a knot of love....because that's the only way we sleep. We actually don't even sleep at all, we just gaze... all. night. long. gaze, gaze, gaze, gaze, gaze.

I'm just fooling you!

Gazing is creepy...just like your uncle.

Wow. You can blame this post entirely on Pete and all the time it takes him to get ready. Most of that time is not even spent on getting dressed at all, most is actually spent dancing in front of his mirror and E-He-ing like Michael Jackson*. So yeah, this post? All his fault.

*True story.

So, trying to steal my boyfriend are you? We'll see.

There's this girl. She wants my boyfriend. She's actually been trying for a while now, and so far I've been able to keep quiet; until now.

I'm telling you, she just won't give up.

She's short and has curly-ish hair, and I guess some people would consider her "cute" but, she's got the maturity level of a 6yr old.

She seems to think that if she tries long enough, she'll be able to persuade him, but sorry sweetie, THAT BOY IS MINE.

Want to see a her?

Here she is.

Okay fine, so maybe she's not just cute but adorable, whatever.

When Rylee first met Pete, the words out of her mouth were "Wow, I didn't know your voice was like that" and there suddenly was a sparkle in her eye and she was hooked.

All I ever hear from her is "When's Pete coming over? Where's Pete? Are you going to Pete's house?....can I come?"

She walks in my room and yells "It smells like Pete in here!"

Any time he comes over she screams PEEEEEEEETE and body slams him in one massive hug. Most of the time it takes myself and my sister to remove her. She sits on his lap when he snoods, looks up with loving eyes and says "Pee Pee (that's her pet name for him) you're my buddy, you smell like the mall".

Today she asked me "Is Pete your boyfriend?" and I told her yes, yes he was, and didn't she know that? And she says? "Oh, well guess what? He's MY boyfriend too".

Looks like I've got a little competition...

It's called "character" okay?

When I was little (I don't know if it was because my parents didn't want to spent the money, or because they just preferred it this way), we would cut down a tree for Christmas. I remember doing this, but only a couple of years, I think maybe because some years my Dad did it alone. I liked it actually. My Dad and I would jump in the canoe (we live on a marsh) and island hop until we found a suitable tree to hack down and take home. It wasn't until I was older that I realized, looking back at old pictures, that we had some funky ass trees.

Our trees were lopsided, they were dinky, and saggy, and old, but? I loved them.

This year I'm getting flash backs to those days because our tree this year? Let's just say Charlie Brown's tree got NOTHIN on us. We have our actual tree at my mom's and so my sister and I debated for a while on whether or not we should spend the 40 bucks and get our own. I guess we took too long to make a decision because when I came home today, there was a tiny "tree" on our steps. Our "tree" is actually a few branches off a cedar tree on our island my mom cut down and planted for us. But I say? It's perfect. I took a picture of it and sent it to my boyfriend who said it was, wait for it...wait for it...ghetto. Thanks. But we don't listen to him because he's actually a big terd that's disguised in human skin and a backwards hat.

Internet, meet our tree. Our non-ghetto, fabulous tree.

See? Cute.

So there.

Okay so it's actually a little ridiculous, but it makes me laugh and reminds me of being little and I like it, so it stays.

Notice the present under there? My niece went shopping in her room and filled that bag with some of her toys and nail stuff (I told her she could get me something for my nails as a present a couple of days ago). She pranced around so excited for about ten minutes singing "It's something that you waaaanted!"

She can stay too.