My House Smells Like Fish

It’s probably because I live too close to those Pike Market guys.

Or maybe it has something to do with the massive amount of tuna I prepared for dinner group and some wandering missionaries last night.

Achtung BabyThe dinner smelled like fish, not the missionaries…well maybe they smell like fish now. Oh, and they were Mormon missionaries, if you must know. They weren’t wearing their “identification” at the time so it took me a while to ferret it out. (Please see picture to the right. This graphic was sent to me by someones hilarious who classified it as an “S&E Fish and Chips Award FOR MORMONS ONLY, GOSH!” in the category of Good Sportsmanship While Being Absolutely Hilarious. It made me laugh…for a really long time.

Thursday I made a conscious decision to tackle the most “taxing” item on my to-do list and work on that one thing at the expense of everything else I had to do.

So, um, yeah.

I spent ALL DAY working on our taxes.

I’ve done them in the past, no real problems, but we have way too many complications this year. A second child tax credit, a refi, thoughts of starting a home-based business to support my blogging habit. (Can I itemize a deduction for just thinking about a home-based business? It did take a lot of time and effort on my part and I think I should be compensated.)

So far the only things I have right are our social security numbers and W2s. Everything else will require a redo this weekend. When Dan came home, he had to pry the 50 million documents from my fingers so we could spend some time enjoying the finer things in life, things such as reading through your billions of supportive and often hilarious comments.

I’m sorry I can’t respond to each one. I really enjoyed ever single comment and hope to slowly make the trek out to each of your blogs, if I haven’t already.

I have this funny thing with reading new blogs. I always hope they’ll be lame so I won’t have one more cool blog to check in on. You people are very disappointing in that regard so far.

dance boysI have been campaigning for months to have an 80’s dance at church and the time finally came last night. The attendance was sparse at best but the music was great and the dancing even greater.

Have you ever seen a 3 year old do the Robot? Yeah, me neither. Laylee was way uncooperative last night, spending most of the evening hovering around the snack table, nursing a cup of what appeared to some sort of sherbet punch, spiked with Gak. Punch and cookies vs. learning cool new dance moves? We’ve got to get that girl’s priorities straightened out.
laylee dance
She did get her groove on a couple of times and was heard chanting “Too Legit! Too Legit to quit!” so I think she’ll be okay.

By now you should know that I really like posts about hair. REALLY REALLY like them. I also really enjoy show and tell. This week we’re supposed to be showing something close up.

hair close-up

Beauty, thy name is Aquanet! Who knew the mullet was so versatile?

big hair

When I finished this exquisite creation, Laylee asked, “What kind is that hair called?”

Me: Do you like it?
Laylee: It looks like the hair a monkey would wear.

There you have it.

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