Bluebell Hot Date

Last week I commented on Today’s Letters and all of the sudden, Emily was all, “Dudicles, you won a prize!”

Pretty sure if there are peanuts, it is already the best package…

Special.  It seems as though I would have been happy with a box full of peanuts.

Special x 2

The totes amazing card that Mr. Loerke drew. 

MAGIC SHELL!  IN CUPCAKE FLAVOR!  AND GRANOLA!  AND SOME DINERO TO PICK UP SOME BLUE TO THE BELL!

Possibly my new favorite picture of DC.  His excitement cannot be contained.

For the record, we got Cookies N Cream and Vanilla and shared it with lake house friends this weekend.  Then we forgot to bring it home so we picked up some more last night.  Love me some bluebell dates on the patio.

3 heel clicks for the Loerkes for one glorious package.  Let’s be friends.

Zzz…

 

It has been a good week of bloggage- restage.  Not that I’ve rested.  At all.  If I could hit the snooze button on life right now, that’d be great.

We have been recovering from our busy weekend last weekend while simultaneously trying to do things like, you know, work full time, run our home, get some exercise, race bicycles, and plan for this coming weekend.

Looking forward to a long, lazy weekend full of naps and reading, being outside, hanging with my man.  We haven’t done that in a while- not just us.

Lots of good stuff coming your way next week.

Happy weekend!

So Sad…

I bought these shoes from Etsy Vintage

and I love them

and thought they would fit

and they don’t.

Anyone want them?

They’re a size 8…they were supposed to fit like a 7.5, but they don’t.

They fit like an 8

If you want them, email me

5.26.10

Dear Husband.

Blog strike does not mean I would forget your letter. This week you left me to go to North Carolina for work. Muy Jealous. But the night before, you head-butted me in your sleep and it hurt us both. I don’t know who you’re combating in your dreams, but as far as I’m concerned, you are winning for sure. I think our first jet ski ride of the summer was a success…in fact, I don’t think we’ve ever caught air like that before. Don’t tell my mom. Oh, and thanks for the best date of my life on Monday. Collinas 4 Eva.

Swoon,

Wife.

Help.

Ugh.

DC and I have been asked to be team leaders in our church group.  That’s not why I said ugh.

The ugh part is that we need a team name

And we’ve been thinking for a full week and we can’t come up with anything clever/funny/fun to say

I am usually really good at this stuff.

No, wait, I was really good at this stuff before I got married

Because it has to incorporate our last name, and our last name just doesn’t go with anything exciting.

We’re to the point where DC said he should have taken my last name solely for this reason.  Team names.

Our last name is Carroll.

We need help.

Team name, ready go.

And if ONE PERSON says, “The Christmas Carrolls” or anything related, so help me sweet baby Moses, I will gag.