Pirate Mummy

I'm totally addicted to the blog cakewrecks.squarespace.com

And I totally want this cake.

Seriously.

Which frightens me.

Stake Conference

I've been teaching Fay a few signs.  She knows "red" and "stop" and "Jesus."  We were getting ready for stake conference this morning, and she found a picture of Jesus in the magazine and started pointing at it, then signing Jesus. 

Steve cried.

I almost did.

Then, at stake conference, Steve took Fay to change her diaper.  When he came back, he handed me the diaper bag.  It was wet. 

Steve sat it in pee in the men's bathroom.

Then in my lap.

My life is a gift.

The Orange Door

There's been this commercial on TV a lot lately from Home Depot advertising that you can paint your front door for under $50, so I've been begging Steve to let me do it.  He finally agreed that I could.  I was going to use leftover paint from our house, but I realized I should probably use exterior paint on the door.

That's where everything went downhill.
For Steve.

I must have hit him at a good time because, as you're reading this, my front door is bright orange.  And I mean traffic cone orange, people.

It gives me joy.

It occurred to me, later, that it could also stand as a symbol for all of the things that Steve loves me more than.  Such as...

1-Steve loves me more than he loves his own choice of color (he's Mr. Beige).
2-Steve loves me more than he does his own pride
3-Steve loves me more than he cares about what his friends think
4-Steve loves me more than what any random person that drives past our house thinks

That's an awful lot of love, people.

If I ever find my camera, you'll see just how much love.

'Cuz you'll see the door.

Get your mind out of the gutter