Explanation Puh-leaze!

Does anyone else just not understand this?!?! While Mark and I were on our date last week, we noticed this trend. Okay, we have noticed it before, but now our repulsion only seems to attract our attention to this "self expression" even more - funny how that works - but, why oh why, are boys squeezing themselves and all their parts into skinny-legged, girl jeans. I am sure their mothers want grandchildren someday, and I don't think melting into cross-gender denim is going to achieve procreation. Just my opinion. At least he is using his belt properly - to keep his pants up, that is - not suspended below his cheeks with his underwear clad bum rising above.

Ode to a Chaise

Tonight was date night, so Mark and I dropped the kids off at Grandma and Grandpa's house about 4 and drove to Easton. We ate dinner at Brio - which was fun and incredibly C.H.E.A.P. They have a weekday "happy hour" from 3-6 with $2.95 entrees and appetizers. We split three different choices - the Brio Burger, Calamari, and a Sausage and Pepperoni Flatbread - then comfortably left. Next we arrived at Crate & Barrel. We are desperately seeking new furniture for the living room, not that we will be purchasing anything any time soon, but it was fun to look. The Axis line is B-E-A-utiful. MARK.LOVES.IT. Maybe one of these days. Speaking of one of these days - If we ever have a kid-free room in the house this will be the first thing I buy.

Our Tiger

In a replay of yesterday's dramatic 18th hole birdie comeback, Tiger birdied the 18th again today to force a sudden death playoff with Rocco. With stroke play giving way to sudden death, the golfers moved to the 7th hole where Woods parred the hole, giving him his 3rd U.S. Open victory and his 14th career major title. Yea Tiger! ---On a lighter note Mark and I were able to sneak in 6 holes at the club today before the lightning chased us away. And boy, is that new driver a beast. Mark managed to be on each green in two or less strokes, so I had to see just how snazzy this exceptionally engineered piece of equipment worked. Surprisingly, I nailed a 225 yard drive straight down the fairway my first swing (too bad my next shot was in the trees.) All and all, it made for a great afternoon out.

Thanks Grandma and Grandpa for watching the kids nap ; ).

Cute shoes, huh?

Mark bought them for me for Christmas, and I love, love, love them. However, I have never/ever had blisters soooo big in my life. Mark was super excited over the blisters, especially the one on my heel. It was huge -- at least the size of a quarter, and he wanted to pop it for me. UGH!!! It must be a boy thing because I wasn't too pleased. It hurt, which he was surprised about. As if his blisters have never hurt, but he continued for at least 30 minutes telling me about the art of blister popping. As if I could be convinced or something. Needless to say, me and my blisters are carefully walking around in flip flops ;).

Gerry Dee

So Mark and I had "date night" last Friday night. It was our first date night out (because we have a lot in) since probably our anniversary that didn't have an agenda to be accomplished while we were gone. But Grandma's wrist was (and is) still bothering her, so we didn't want to be out too long. We thought that we could squeeze dinner or a movie in, but not both. So we drove up to Easton, our little imaginary village (for you okies - it is much like Utica Square only bigger.) We parked in the West Garage, which we never do, still indecisive about what we would do or where we would go. As we walked in, the marquis at The Funny Bone broadcasted Gerry Dee. For those of you who don't know, he placed third on last seasons Last Comic Standing, though he was the first place pick in our house. Spontaneity kicked in, and Mark and I went to the Funny Bone. We had dinner, a lot of laughs, and one heck of a great time.