Hoover it. (Or Kirby it, as the case is.)

I vacuumed out my car this afternoon. It started sprinkling on me as I worked in the driveway for the last ten minutes or so, but it stopped just as quickly as it started. And then when I came inside to vacuum all my floors and carpets, it began actually raining.

And yeah, I vacuumed all my floors and carpets. My neighbor asked me over to look at something in her house, and I was like, "Umm, I'm vacuuming, and I can't make myself stop right now. It will have to wait until later, mmmkay?" She looked at me like I'd grown an extra eyeball or something.

I love vacuuming more than is healthy, I think.

For you.

Well, it would have been, that is...

Jess, I bought some Cake Batter ice cream from Cold Stone just for you after Stacy and I left your hotel on Saturday morning. I intended to have you eat it when you guys came over to my house later that afternoon, but I forgot among all the hubbub of hugging, kids playing, hugging, snacking for the kiddos, chatting and hugging some more.

Later on that night, Matt tried to eat it while we were gaming, and Stacy and I admonished him so much that he switched to eating my Cheesecake w/ Caramel Swirls instead.

So yours is still sitting here in my freezer - an adorable 'Love It' cup of Cake Batter ice cream, filled to the brim in a cute dome lid, even. And it's all for you.

But I don't want it to get freezer burn either... ;-)

The sound of tiny monkeys doing my work for me.

I just figured out how to batch process photos. This is a good thing, as I have eleventy-billion photos from this past week.

Now to walk away from my computer and photos for a while.