Don't Tell My Mom

We woke up late this morning.... Which explains why we were rushing around getting breakfast and lunch/showers/mediocre car scraping/my love eating in the car/my realization about 6 blocks from our house:

me: Oh. I shouldn't be driving.
my love: why not?
me: ummm.....I'll tell you when you're older.
my love: Oh no. You don't have your contacts in do you!?!??!??!!!?!

*pause*

Now, seeing and I haven't been friends since before I can remember. It was like good vision was the team captain, and I was always the one waiting and to be picked for the team, but never made the cut. Seriously. I had to wear a pirate patch taped to my glasses for a year or two. I think that added a lot to my awkward stage....

*play*

me: well....no. But you have better than perfect eyes so it's good that you're in the passenger seat.

hehe. Not a good rationalization as he was dropped off for school a few minutes later. Needless to say, I'm glad for the aimless wanderers walking around Provo this morning, (and for myself) that somehow, I made it home without killing someone.

Cows: the Provo variety

Driving around BYU campus at 8 am, is like driving through cattle. The pedestrians just saunter around on the street like they have all day and the world revolves around them. The only difference is, cows will occasionally respond when you honk at them.

Halloween

Well, another Halloween has come and gone. Our costumes last year (McCain and Palin) ended up being convincing enough that we felt like we needed something extra good this year. We also wanted to include our offspring in the costume, since who knows if I'll ever be pregnant again on Halloween.

So, this is what we came up with. (For those who can't tell, we're Humpty Dumpty and a King's man)


And, I cooked Halloween pizza. I couldn't get this picture to rotate, so you'll just have to turn your head.