Pineapples and Robots

I don’t have much of anything really good to post, so I’ll take this opportunity to post some funny stories about Beans. This is in retaliation for her leaving my swimsuit picture up on her blog for waaaaaay too long.

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Beach Hut, Ecks Os, and a Birfday Song for Stef

All is right in the world once again. Meaning: Stef is back where I can harass her on a daily basis (sometimes more), Saara is back where she’s communicatable again (is that even a word? I almost used communicable, but the only way I’ve ever heard that used is partnered with disease, as in communicable disease, and I certainly don’t want to imply that she is that when she’s anything but), and I’m back to doing lame-brained idiotic things.

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‘Nilla Puddin’

Life is good. Guuuuud. Steffi is back in the U.S. (we spent 1 hr. 30 min. on the phone tonight catching up), our power is still on, we balanced our budget for month-end July and M didn’t scowl at the computer screen and shake his head and I didn’t cry a single tear (wooo hooo! we made up $24!), Zozo went down like a dream (like she always does, awesome kid that she is), and now M is makin’ me some ‘nilla puddin’. I gots my cat sitting here and a glass of ice cold milk waiting. The air conditioner kicks on regularly, keeping our home at a comfortable 76 degrees. What could be better?!

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More Stein Boxes!

Worked on the basement today, while M worked on Christmas. I found more A-B stein boxes. Sheesh. We’re going to need to rent a storage unit just for those. I also found:

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Red-y To Help

Beans and I got our mani/pedis last night. Well, I got a mani/pedi, Beans got just a pedi. Our toes are happy. I went with Dutch Tulips on the toes and a classic french on the fingers. To keep them looking good, of course, I can’t do any dishes for awhile. (Hint hint M!)

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Home Sweet Electrically Powered Home

We have power!!!! After 8 days, and staying at two other houses (thank you Grandma Frank and Mom & Dad Z), we have a house in which everything turns on and runs as it’s supposed to. There is no sweeter sound than that of the air conditioner kicking on.

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