i'm a mush

I was getting something out of the closet the other day at Jeff's house, when I noticed his clothes just chillin' on their hangers.

I took a step back and looked at the collared shirts, and the slacks, and the pajama pants on the top shelf. (I usually manage to steal a pair or two of those pj pants for a few months before he even notices they're missing. Now, his socks? I steal a pair of those and it's like he's got some kind of damn radar! But I digress...)

But looking at all of his clothes, I just got all mushy and sentimental, like, "This is all of my baby's stuff. All organized and pressed, just hanging there, waiting to be worn."

Maybe it's weird, but when he's at work and I'm home alone, sometimes I walk to the closet and take a quick peek at his shirts. I guess it just comforts me a little.

That and he's got this one shirt that has these flaming mutant pineapples on it--which totally makes me laugh.

the great muppet disaster

A few weekends ago, Jeff decided to wash some old puppets from his childhood that he found in storage. Years of being cramped in a box in a damp storage unit had given the old puppets a rather mildewy aroma.

Most of the puppets were hand-made, and they were all over 20 years old. In other words, they we're really...REALLY fragile.

As I sat on the couch watching TV with Max, Jeff walked over to the washing machine to pull the puppets out of the washer and put them in the dryer. As he opened up the lid, I heard a shocked gasp, then a thoughtful pause, until finally Jeff burst into a fit of laughter.

ME: "What happened?!"
Jeff: "Oh...no." (laughing)
Me: "You didn't put the puppets in a pillow case before you washed them...did you?"
Jeff: "Oh...my...goodness..." (Still laughing)

One by one Jeff pulled out the puppets, some of which had made it through the spin cycle with flying colors, and some that well, as you can see from the above picture...some that didn't fare as well during the Great Muppet Disaster of '08.

ME: "Oh. My. Gosh. (pause) Baby! You killed Kermit!"
Jeff: (laughing and holding up random puppet body parts ) "Get me a towel and the travel sewing kit. This is going to require major surgery."

a belated memorial day post

This past Memorial Day, Jeff came over to hang out with me and my family. After lunch, we played a few mean games of Badminton. I liked to yell "Atta' boy, Luther!" whenever someone hit the shuttlecock.

I also like to say shuttlecock for no reason.

We also had a water balloon fight, and then eventually headed to the beach. I took this picture just before we got on the pier.

I made this hoop a while ago, and didn't realize that when I took the picture, it looked like I was purposely creating a rainbow.

I also didn't realize how freaked out I get when I walk on the pier. As soon as we got to the end of it, I turned around and walked back toward the parking lot, holding the railing for dear life.