Happy Valentines Day

He's Mine For Eternity

I Love Him

[Oct 4] He Makes Me Laugh

[Sept 26] It's A Wookie

We are hard on vacuums at our house.

I used to be messy. Anyone who has survived mine and heidis Hawaiian bathroom can attest to that fact. I'm not sure we even had a vacuum.

Then I married Dan.

Dan is clean. So I became clean-er.

I like to vacuum alot. In fact, while most girls my age are dreaming of Tiffany's diamonds or a great pair of boots, I've been (not so secretly) longing for a dyson animal vacuum for quite some time now. Anyway, this is our third vacuum in two years.

I haven't been able to look down at the ground due to my neck injury. After two days of peeling Cheetos and fruit snacks off of my heels I asked Dan to vacuum.

He kindly obliged, (as he always does because I married a saint) and started vacuuming. He quickly found himself immersed in a cloud of dust while the familiar smell of burnt hair permeated the air.

Off went the vacuum. After a brief inspection this is what he found:

He took pictures of it so I could see. Isn't that sweet? Then he began the wookie removal process. My hair was about half an inch thick wrapped around that thing. He snipped and scraped and ripped and tore and finally the wookie was free.

Then he brought the bag of clippings over to me and said, "You should send this into locks of love because there's enough hair here to make a wig."

Normally cleaning my wookies from the shower drain, vacuums, even his socks and underwear, puts him in a bad mood. Lucky for me I was a pathetic wounded wife. How could he get mad at this face?

Love you babes!

Mahalo to my Helpers

The Choob has spent the last three days at my parents house since my recent robot transformation. Grandpa has run MANY laps around the house with him in this wicked heat, let Choobie drive in the motorhome and his Tahoe, swing him for countless hours, and played with flashlights galore. Thank you Grandpa!Gram has handled everything else Choob related. Aside from the fact that she has the magical capability of getting my son to eat a large amount of food, she lets him destroy her house with transformers, a plethora of swords, use his scissors to cut up millions of post its and scatter them throughout the house, all while wiping his diaharea bum several times a day and putting him down for a nap. Thank you Gram!

Dan: Thank you for doing EVERYTHING else this week, even though you were sick. I know I can be a real monster sometimes. I love you babes.