I've got a theory...

So I was driving home from Frankie's tonight around 12:30am, and a woman was walking along the side of the road, going with traffic mind you, pulling a carry on sized suitcase. Weird. What are your theories on where she was going/what she was doing??? By the time I got home (a 10 minute drive), I had fashioned a very dramatic story about her leaving a dirt bag boyfriend and what not. Very exciting stuff to compliment my very boring life.

I arrived home to a super hyper Bailey at the front door who ran all around downstairs. Then I turned off the lights and walked up stairs to be scared half to death by MooMoo standing on the landing. In the dark, all you can see of her is her eyes and the white stripe on her chest. To many, it would be scary, but she was wagging her tail and hammin it up for me.

We watched Kate & Leopold tonight. It was adorable, and I'm surprised I've never seen it.

Hopefully tomorrow mom and I are will go (back) down to the Nordstrom Anniversary Sale. I've been with my Aunt K (twice), but not with the mom.

The top picture is 4 out of 5 of "the girls" at our senior band camp in high school. The bottom is the 4 of us last night for Crabs' going away. That's a five year difference, but we've been together for 8. Nostalgia anyone???

I Saw Her Last Night

Sunday evening, we finally had the Family Dinner. It was actually nice. Only one goof up, my dad taking the bathing suit joke too far at the dinner table--but it coulda been much worse. And I got to spend time with Connor, which I don't usually get to do for stupid, mean reasons.

Isn't he cAute!!?? He let me take one nice picture of him, and then he wanted to make a silly face. Of course the nice picture came out blurry...

The blocks he's playing with belonged to his dad when he was a kid. Then they were a hand-me-down to me, and I still have them so we keep them here for Connor to play with when he comes over.

And Baby Jack with his Grandma. Notice how Connor and Jack look nothing alike even though they are brothers.
And for your viewing pleasure, with her internet debut, Gangsta MooMoo. This is the ghetto version of my very perfect dog Maggie, whom my dad calls Margaret sometimes, and I refer to her as Maggie Dog. But I call her my Moo Moo. I have no clue why. So, without further ado, the dog who loves "chanting", Gangsta MooMoo: