Pepper spray and fireball

Lots to say today since I’ve been hosting a (several) moment(s) of silence for no reason besides busyness (typical American excuse)…

Things are pretty much exactly the same as they were when I last wrote.

For instance, Tory still torments Lucy for the hell of it.

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It’s still hilarious.

Lucy and Molly are still a united front against all things dog.

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Tory still struggles to fit her whole tongue in her mouth.

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Abbey still watches silly television programming in our house. We allow it because she pays rent.

While watching Dancing with the Stars this evening:

*announcer announces something that I guess was groundbreaking, revolutionary, etc.*

Abbey: WOW SHOCKINGGGGG

Megan: *type type type as though nothing happened*

Abbey: Megan, I wish you cared a little bit more.

Megan: *type type type as though nothing happened*

 

In recent news and events, it is my birthday week, which I share with both my brothers. Naturally we took the time to pose for a classic family photo complete with inappropriate hand signals courtesy of my twin.

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My younger brother often seduces the camera with his eyes like that…it’s nothing special. Don’t get sucked in, because he has the best girlfriend in the whole world, and I have an unhealthy attachment to their relationship.

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I made them stand there for a good long time while snapping 50-something of these babies.

The highlight was definitely last night at the annual birthday dinner celebration. I was overshadowed often by my brothers (like my childhood. JK, MOM, DON’T FREAK OUT) in conversation, so most of my hilarious one-liners were barely heard by anyone except Casey who politely chuckled to himself and wondered why on earth he didn’t marry ANYONE ANYONE ANYONE else in the entire world.

Evidence below:

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Is he about to laugh or cry? SEE THAT’S THE QUESTION! That’s the face of some serious regret.

He was feeling a whole lot better about the situation BEFORE the dinner.

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See? The dog looks adoringly upon the happy couple whilst they’re photographed in conflicting patterned shirts.

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Overwhelmed with happiness, because he has momentarily forgotten what a dinner with my family is like.

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All jokes aside (but not for long), the dinner was actually PERFECT thanks to my mom’s brilliant birthday-dinner planning skills. She’s done this thing for 26 years, and she’s totally perfected the art. However, she’d still rather show you the side of her head than the front of her face. I can only assume she had a traumatic experience with the paparazzi at some point early in her childhood that made her so terrified of being photographed. NOTE: Matthew, again with the hand signals…

Sentimental gifts were exchanged. I bought my brothers both shirts from their favorite stores. They bought me:

Pepper spray (love, John).

Fireball (love, Matthew).

With my new powers combined, I feel ready to both party all night long and also stop anyone who tries to get in my way.

But, instead I will most likely do what I do best: cuddle with kittens.

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Iowa and Spies

Went to Iowa this weekend. Didn’t eat corn. Did attend the best tailgate ever. All thanks to my mother-in-law who planned the perfect birthday weekend for Casey’s dad! We heard countless stories about their college days and learned all about those two party animals…I mean…perfect students.

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We were missing Elle, but we laughed for two days straight with Casey’s cousins, or my cousins, as I prefer to refer to them…especially since they tend to laugh at ALL my jokes.

P.S. Our 13-year-old cousin is almost taller than Casey. SOOOOOO AWESOME.

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Also, we met the next Heisman-winner. Just kidding, it’s Maggie.

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We also discussed my career with our cousin, Mia.

Mia: What’s your job?

Me: I work at an advertising agency.

Mia: YOU’RE A SPY?!

kinddddaaaaaaaaa….jk not at all.

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May have accidentally let a BAD word slip in front of those pretty little ears also. She called me out immediately…

Mia: I’M RIGHT HERE.

So, it was good to come home to furbabes who can’t understand English or distinguish bad words from good ones. But it was bittersweet to leave after such a short time of having 100% fun 100% of the time.

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And it was so good to celebrate Casey’s dad, or my father-in-law, as I prefer to refer to him. HAPPPPPPPY BIRTHDAY, TER BEAR! JK I’m not supposed to mention that nickname anymore.

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Maggie was also super excited to celebrate her dad’s birthday. And to take a snapchat.

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And it’s always good to chill with my golden boy.

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Tory and Lucy and Molly

So on the way back from Fredericksburg we decided to stop at CAPs in Katy, because…I guess we wanted to be sad about all the animals who need homes? And also maybe we had a small desire to get a dog. As I’ve mentioned in previous posts (uhhh yesterday’s…) Casey is a very hesitant consumer. It took a total of nine test drives and months of reading the same edition of Consumer Reports before he bought the new car. So, I had told myself there was a 90% chance we wouldn’t get a dog and a 10% chance we’d fall in love but be too afraid to commit. But turns out I was super wrong, because WE GOT A DOG.

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Her name is Tory, and she is ridiculously cute which definitely contributed to her getting adopted, but she’s also really sweet. She does like to “give hugs” as they call it at the shelter…it actually means jump on people, but we’re working on that. She’s a year old, so she is already house-trained.

I’m sure you’re all concerned for the cats. Samez. They are pretty much staring at me 24/7 asking WTF IS THIS, MA? But I’m sure they’ll adjust with time. I was slowly introducing them while Tory was in her crate, but today I was brave and just let them all be free at the same time. It seems to be going pretty well, though the cats still remained slightly annoyed that she exists. Lucy has been sure to give a few hisses and throw some evil death glances her way to make sure she knows this is the cats’ house and Tory’s just living in it. However, we’ve all been coexisting in the same room for the past hour and everyone is still alive (contrary to the vivid nightmares I’ve experienced the past two nights), so that’s a plus.

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Such a lady.

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MY HEART!!!! I love this picture. I’ve always wondered what it’s like to have a pet that my husband actually likes. SUCH AN ODD SENSATION!

Proud aunt:

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My new baby:

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So, my Instagram should prove to be a little more diverse. And now people might believe me when I argue that I am not a “cat person,” I’m an “animal person.”

I’ve reread Camp Patton’s “Surviving Three Under Three” to make sure I can handle this. I’m sure Grace would be pleased to know she now has another reader who can relate to her.

Hiking and fancy carrots

I apologize in advance for the amount of selfies in this post. It’s very difficult to get tangible photographic evidence of your anniversary when you’re hiking around in the wilderness-ish. The mutant and I meandered to Fredericksburg for a short weekend getaway to celebrate two years of being hopelessly devoted to one another. We took our time getting to F-burg and stopped at the outlets in San Marcos to do some damage to our bank accounts. It’s amazing how easy it is to rationalize apparel purchases at outlet malls. Even Casey, a very skeptical and hesitant consumer, managed to find some steals.

We had a lovely dinner at a small restaurant in Fredericksburg. Casey couldn’t get over the carrot in our salad. It was shaved extra specially or something.

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It actually kind of looks like fish in that picture, so it’s hard to tell. I suppose my camera naturally just focuses on tall handsome men when snapping shots. CASEY STRANGE SO HAWT RIGHT NOW.

We woke up early Sunday morning to hike Enchanted Rock, and this is where the selfies come into play.

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To be especially corny, I’ll mention that similarly to marriage, the hike was sometimes easy, sometimes hard, sometimes hot and sometimes not. And now that we’ve conquered it, I only remember the good parts. Year two was definitely full of ups and downs, but I really can’t imagine doing life with anyone else. I’m a lucky lucky duck…and sometimes a schmuck.

Oh and also, we returned home with a new family member, but that’s a story for another day (aka tomorrow).

Cat hair and little children

First some big news:

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WHAT A JOKE.

Our friends Jordan and Andrew had a little tiny baby boy, and we are so so excited!

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Why he doesn’t look at Lucy and Molly like that is beyond me.

Speaking of the cats, they have been remarkably entertaining since moving into the new house.

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Thought those were cool? Watch Lucy prepare for the Summer Olympics in Rio 2016.

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Only downside of the new house is that our hardwoods seem to collect cat hair. So, I decided it was time to break out the defurminator.

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Can’t get that with a human baby.

A house and Blue Bell

GUESS WHO DOESN’T HAVE TO HEAR ME COMPLAIN ABOUT LIVING IN A ONE-BEDROOM APARTMENT WITH THE LOVE OF MY LIFE? Ya, dude. You.

You might already know we bought a house, but here is the official announcement, because Casey made me wait until our loan was approved. Something about how it was the “responsible” thing to do or some shiz.

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Wahoo! We’re gonna live in a real house with multiple bathrooms (3.5 to be exact, holla)! I’m so excited about all the bathrooms! If you’ve ever been married with just one bathroom, I know ya feel me.

Lately, I’ve been telling Casey all the reasons I can’t wait to move. This was yesterday’s reason:

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Stunning view, I know. Let me know if you need a mattress, and I’ll go snatch that up for ya.

Casey and I celebrated the new digs the same way we celebrate everything. With ice cream.

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Sexy.

In case you couldn’t tell by the first picture, the house is new construction, so we won’t be moving for a few months. In the meantime, I’ve managed to go visit EVERY weekend. Usually multiple times. Here is my new living room:

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It’s a little messy, but ya know Casey is the neat freak in the relationship, and he’s been in busy season so…that explains it.

The process is a little further along than the below now, but I want to document the whole process!

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Tonight is our first design meeting, so I’m sure I’ll have more to share, but right now I’m just stoked about the square-footage. And multiple bathrooms. SO MANY TOILETS! How exciting!

Casey also let me buy a cat tree off Groupon yesterday, so things are really looking up lately. He said he only let me buy it because he thinks it will distract them from sitting on my lap and attempting to sit on his. But really I think it’s because he loves them, don’t you? Just seems a little more likely.