Seattle and No Thankyou Bites
Haven't posted in a LONG time.
We are off to Seattle next week. Scott and I will be enjoying the first two days on our own, which I am thoroughly looking forward to. The first day we will be driving about an hour and a half north of the city to the islands, and staying at a B&B in Anacortes. The next day, we're staying at another B&B in Seattle, and are going to tour downtown together.
Friday and Saturday we'll be staying with Scott's brother and sister-in-law, and we'll get to see our brand new nephew, Mr. Andrew Jacob. He was born Sept. 12th at 12:24 am... (whew!), so by the time we see him, he will be a month old! And am already preparing myself for giving gracious answers as to when Scott and I want to have kids, etc.
Also am wanting to do a little shopping before our trip. (Yeah, I know... 'with what money, Erin?" Ahem, yep....) But I haven't gotten my hair cut since February, and it needs it desperately. I've also happened to run out of makeup just recently, so in addition to a couple of new sweaters and some winter boots, I'm looking forward to some fresh new things. Gathering lots of coupons online for Express, Ann Taylor Loft, and the Limited, of course.
In the meantime, PEO garage sale at our house this weekend (why did I say anything to begin with?) but my wonderful hubby (and my dad!) is going all out to help us.
Yesterday I was emailing a PEO sister back and forth-- she's a little older than my mom, and was volunteering a table for us to use, but needed help transporting it. So I volunteered Scott to pick it up on the way home from work in the truck. She wrote: "Tell Scott I will have some chili for you both for a quick supper." Which was really sweet, I thought. Unfortunately, while I like chili, Scott'snot a huge fan, especially if it has beans.
So I tell her thanks. Then I forward her note to Scott, writing: "You better have at least 2 no-thank-you bites of this nice lady's chili... prepare yourself."
Scott writes back: "Oh Lord, why do people have to be so nice? Don't feed me! Just let me pick up your crap and go home to my wife who always make a perfect dinner for me! ...Ugh. I will prepare...."
We are off to Seattle next week. Scott and I will be enjoying the first two days on our own, which I am thoroughly looking forward to. The first day we will be driving about an hour and a half north of the city to the islands, and staying at a B&B in Anacortes. The next day, we're staying at another B&B in Seattle, and are going to tour downtown together.
Friday and Saturday we'll be staying with Scott's brother and sister-in-law, and we'll get to see our brand new nephew, Mr. Andrew Jacob. He was born Sept. 12th at 12:24 am... (whew!), so by the time we see him, he will be a month old! And am already preparing myself for giving gracious answers as to when Scott and I want to have kids, etc.
Also am wanting to do a little shopping before our trip. (Yeah, I know... 'with what money, Erin?" Ahem, yep....) But I haven't gotten my hair cut since February, and it needs it desperately. I've also happened to run out of makeup just recently, so in addition to a couple of new sweaters and some winter boots, I'm looking forward to some fresh new things. Gathering lots of coupons online for Express, Ann Taylor Loft, and the Limited, of course.
In the meantime, PEO garage sale at our house this weekend (why did I say anything to begin with?) but my wonderful hubby (and my dad!) is going all out to help us.
Yesterday I was emailing a PEO sister back and forth-- she's a little older than my mom, and was volunteering a table for us to use, but needed help transporting it. So I volunteered Scott to pick it up on the way home from work in the truck. She wrote: "Tell Scott I will have some chili for you both for a quick supper." Which was really sweet, I thought. Unfortunately, while I like chili, Scott'snot a huge fan, especially if it has beans.
So I tell her thanks. Then I forward her note to Scott, writing: "You better have at least 2 no-thank-you bites of this nice lady's chili... prepare yourself."
Scott writes back: "Oh Lord, why do people have to be so nice? Don't feed me! Just let me pick up your crap and go home to my wife who always make a perfect dinner for me! ...Ugh. I will prepare...."