Ok, so here are the pictures I didn’t get to post earlier. Let’s also keep it a secret that I am sharing these with the world (well the first few at least):
When we arrived in La Grange, Seth was frustrated with the condition of his parent’s yard. So, like any man, he took things into his own hands. Who thinks he just wanted to have some fun on the riding lawn mower??
Seth: STOP TAKING PICTURES OF ME! You better not put these on the blog!
Mary: Oh no, honey, these are just for our personal family photo album! (crossing fingers)
Oh, another sidenote about La Grange. When we arrived on Friday night, we were put to work. My father-in-law was in charge of making his “famous beef stew” for the wedding shower on Saturday and needed help chopping the vegetables. Mary was assigned SEVEN onions to finely chop. Onions are not my favorite. I usually only chop 1/2 onion at a time…because sometimes it’s just too much. Well, unbeknowest to me, chopping seven onions can leave a TERRIBLE stench on your skin. I thought washing my hands several times that night would be enough. Well, on Saturday morning when we wake, Seth goes nuts because he’s positive Maggie has thrown up in the bedroom. Because our room smells. Our sheets smell. Use your context clues…I smelled. The onion stench had completely taken over my body. One measly hour of onion chopping was all it took to make me smell like a walking vomit farm. As of this evening, 72 hours after the smelly incident occured, my hands STILL smell like onion. Attempted remedies have been:
- Toothpaste (apparently this method is used for hunting/fishing smells)
- Lemon juice
- Bath & Body Works Pineapple Lotion (BAD idea)
- Dishwashing soap
- Stainless Steel
Now imagine what all those smell like mixed together and you have…my hands. It’s getting fainter as the days go by, but as I was eating my 100 Calorie Cinna-Spins today at lunch, I still wanted to gag. Any other bright ideas? Baking soda and vinegar were also mentioned but if I even ATTEMPT to use vinegar and that smell stays on my hands…I will die.
In other news…
Here’s a snapshot of how Maggie wakes us up every single morning. Nothing better than some nice fresh dog breath and a slobbery tongue licking your face when it’s time to start the day.
She’s also very fascinated with bathtubs. For everyone’s safety (and maybe to your disappointment?) I took the picture BEFORE I got in the bubble bath. She will stand there and stare at the water the whole time. Sometimes she barks. It’s very weird.
All for now!