Berfday

I had a birthday (not saying which one!) on August 30th!

The alarm went off at its usual time of 6:45am. My brain booted up and clawed its way toward consciousness, my ever-present task list already starting to scroll through my mind. I felt Matt roll out of bed, and a few seconds later heard the sound of something being pushed toward me on the mattress.

I opened an eye and saw Matt’s back as he scuttled out of the bedroom toward the kitchen. There was a card on the bed.

(He gave me the flower later, but I needed a vertical image to pair with the the other one, so you get to see it now, k?)

Inside, I was basically informed that I was taking the day off!! The funniest part was that the “allergist appointment” that he put on our shared Google calendar last week was actually an appointment for a couples massage and double pedicures!

I did what I was told and waited in bed for breakfast (but I did break the rules to take the Dew-baby out, cause he was whining for his morning potty break) A few minutes later I had this sitting in front of me.


French toast!   Please direct your attention to the left side of the tray.  The little pinch bowls of butter and syrup.  This is hilarious because I insist on eating only sugar-free syrup, and I HAVE to have it on the side for dipping, instead of poured all over my waffles/pancakes/toast (it makes everything soggy!)  The butter is separate because I always fuss at Matt when he puts too much butter on my food, and prefer to do it myself.  This is pretty much the only time in history that he’s done things my way without complaint.  He made sure that I understood that it was a birthday-only thing.

That paragraph makes me look like the pickiest eater on the planet.  I swear I’m not.


Dexter wuvs his mommy.

His mommy wuvs him, too.

I didn’t take any photos of the rest of the day.  I decided I’d enjoy my pampering and shopping spree (though we only spent like $15.  Ha. ) camera free!   In the evening, Matt cooked vegetarian moussaka and pulled out a carrot cake he had hidden in the back of the fridge! 

Go ahead, you can be jealous of my hubby.  It’s ok.  It’s better not to resist.

Dewey’s First Bath

Dewey got his first bath at home last weekend.


Dex is a bath veteran, so he went first while Dewey got to watch.


Halp!


Dexter loooves a good towel rub-down.


As soon as Dexter’s feet hit the floor, Dewey was on him. Dexter’s ears are nothing but big fuzzy toys!


Dewey’s turn! “Not so sher about this, akshully.”


“Hey.. what’s that?”


“But.. I thought you loved me.”


All done! If this isn’t the face of indignation, I don’t know what is.


Ah, now it’s time for the good stuff.


“Maybe this isn’t so bad after all!”


“I can dry myself faster than you can!”


Too close, man!


That’s more like it.


Sweet brothers. I love my boys!

Meteor shower fail

Last night was the peak of the annual Perseid meteor shower, so Matt and I saddled up a tripod, grabbed a picnic blanket, and caused irreversible damage to our spines laying flat on our driveways after midnight. I know that ideally, there is way too much light around for the best viewing and photos. Since we both needed to get up this morning and work without being zombies all day, we had to make do with sticking close to home.

As usual, yucky summer weather struck again. I looked like Hermione after being outside for only 5 minutes (my usual look at outdoor weddings. It’s not pretty.) and we had to wipe the lens (and my glasses) constantly.

The worst part was the haze and light cloud cover. We had one little hole where we could actually see the sky. So that’s where we aimed.

We saw 2 meteors within minutes of being outside (one was huge and I’m very sad we didn’t have the camera set up in time) so we figured chances were good we’d catch at least ONE, right?

Right.

Ok, I’m lying. That’s an airplane.   It doesn’t even look like a meteor, so I guess that was a pretty bad joke. 

I’m sorry.

We saw several more, but they were all outside of the 16mm frame.  Slowly, the cloud cover became thicker..

…and thicker…

..aaand thicker.

Finally, we had to throw in the towel.  We were down to about a cup of blood each from mosquito attacks, and the clouds were only getting thicker.

Bummer, but I’m totally inspired to start shooting the night sky more often.  This was really fun, and I’d love to experiment with different things to see what we can come up with!

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