In a robe

This morning after kissing D goodbye, I was sipping my coffee and checking my email (alright facebook) when D comes running back in the house, "Love, you're blocking me."

Since I was sipping my coffee and checking my face book in my birthday suit (I apologize(not really) to family members who didn't realize I even had a birthday suit, much less that I often wear it.) I ran and slipped on my beautiful black and red silky robe. I jogged out to the drive way, knowing D was already running late, and was jumping into my car when I noticed our down stairs neighbor had his car hood up. D bellowed, "Just pull back and then in front of me so I can give him a jump."

What was meant to be a 30 second foray outside in my robe turned into helping with the 'jumping' process. "Love, will you hold the cables up in the middle so they reach?" "I can do that." But then they little truck that D drives to work decided it's engine was not capable of saving another. It did a little choke choke cough and the neighbors engine would not turn over.

Then D pulls out the big gun, specifically his huge Dodge RAM 1500 V8. The neighbor and I laughed at the size of the battery, the engine was so loud we could not hear each other. Instead we did this mime point, hands apart for 'freaking huge', head back chuckle.

Well the Dodge being the beast that it is, would not fit in the space between the neighbors car and the porch. So there I was in my black and red silky robe that is not known for staying closed, pushing the neighbors car back so D could jump it with The Beast. I felt a little vulnerable watching that I wasn't giving anyone a show, but I also felt like I was in some strange artsy photo shoot of girls in robes working on cars.

It took only seconds for the neighbor's car to spring to life. I hightailed it back inside, after a kiss from D, "Have a good day, sexy!" I love that robe.

Sick is good..

So at any rate, this week I found that being sick once in a while is a good thing. Though, you could not have convinced me of that Monday, while I was the color of the porcelain I was peering into, praying to any God that would listen to "Please make it stop!" Then the next day as I could not fathom why anyone on earth would eat anything, ever. But two days later when I was finally able to smell food and then actually eat food, it was such a wonderful feeling and I did indeed jump for joy... "I feel better!" clap clap kick. (ask D it's true) Plus as a bonus I lost 3lbs. Maybe that little virus knew I have a beach vacation coming up and what girl doesn't want to lose some weight before braving the beach clad in bikini? Thank you icky virus you made me appreciate my normally functioning stomach.

Seriously

Someone stole the pretty red millions bells right off our front porch. I left for work Sat morning and the two hanging flowers that we call 'the girls' were there. A few hours later D texts me

"Did you move the girls?"

"Why would I move the girls?"

"I think someone stole them!"

I didn't really believe him until I got home and saw for myself they were gone.

Seriously people, buy your own damn flowers!