Put Down the Remote

For the second time in three days I have had to force myself to turn off David Tutera and back away from the remote.  I am in love.  Friday, I watched My Fair Wedding Unveiled absolutely enthralled.  Riveted.  It was an extraordinary moment and today I started to have a My Fair Wedding marathon because of course Friday I set the DVR to record every single episode so that I don't ever miss another minute of David Tutera.  I think David Tutera should make an app and it could be called Pocket David Tutera HD and you could use your camera phone to show yourself to David Tutera and then he could exclaim, "Beautiful!  You look absolutely gorgeous!" like you are the only woman in the world he's ever said that to.  And then all the bad in your life would be instantly evaporated by Pocket David Tutera HD's positive and upbeat encouragement.  Sigh.  What if I wrote in to David Tutera to help me for my wedding, but the only problem would be I just don't have a groom.   He could find one for me.  I know he could because he's amazing.

Last week I went to the beach, which is where my mom and dad prefer to bicker about nothing when they are not in Apple Valley.  It was hot, which I don't generally find to be the case at the beach.  In fact, in general, I do not like the beach.  I did my master's degree at UC Santa Barbara and every summer I spent more time in a sweatshirt than beach clothes.  In any case, last week it was hot at the beach and we actually went to the beach so that Max could spend some quality time in the sand.  Only Maximus doesn't actually enjoy sitting in the sand so much.  Possibly this could because he is always wearing too many clothes and my mom is afraid he's going to be dirty.  Actually,  Max doesn't really like the beach at all.  He's scared of the water, the sand, the waves.  He likes the birds, but much prefers to be held if he leaves the beach blanket.  I set him in the sad and said showed him how to fill up everything with sand so that when we got in Grandma's car there was sand everywhere.

One person is happy to be at the beach.

After the beach I made a stop to visit my bestest buddy in all of Strasborg, France, Jack and his family, which was also good times.  It was so decadent because I didn't even get home until 9:00 which is an hour after my bedtime! 

Thursday, Earl and Clark found a unique solution to the ridiculous problem of that they can not sleep on the bed together by putting a pillow in between themselves.  I think they also probably made the rule that nobody could cross the line.  Ever.  I don't know how they did this.

My side.  Your side.

 Friday my mom bought suspenders for Max because she says his butt is too little to keep up his pants.  I think he just might need smaller pants, but of course I'm no kind of toddler clothing expert so my opinion is considered purely ambient noise.  This makes Max look even more like he's wearing "Papa pants."  My dad's dad, my papa, used to wear his pants up to his armpits and that's how Max looks wearing these suspenders.

Actual Papa Pants.
Luckily my dad does not wear his pants like this or we'd never be able to tell them apart.

 Yesterday my dad and Max (in suspenders) came and visited me at work while I was trying to get everything done before 12:30 before the place got realarmed so that I didn't have work at all the rest of the weekend.  Facts were sketchy, but undoubtedly either Grandma was getting on Grandpa's nerves or Grandpa was getting on Grandma's nerves and some space had to be created so as to preserve marital harmony.  Max was once again wearing his suspenders and was looking quite stylish.  We walked over and visited Jessica who was in charge of yesterday's Saturday school and we went all over campus and even saw four cows in the ag department who, unfortunately for everyone, did not "mooo."

Sylin.

All the news we get in the desert. 

That is to say-none.

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