Last night, I was finally comfy in bed, and Frank pushed his arm under my giant maternity pillow.

ME: Uhnnnnnn. [my whiny grunt]
HE: What?
ME: You’re lifting me. I don’t know how you’re lifting me, since I’m a cow, but you’re lifting me.
HE: I’m super-strong.
ME: Not the appropriate response.
HE [laughing]: I can lift massive things!

He’s not even trying to pretend I’m not huge right now. Yesterday, I’m walking through the house…

ME: Ugh, I sound like an elephant stomping through the house.
HE: You have a big baby belly.

John Hawkins put out his list of 20 Must-Add Conservatives on Twitter. I’m on it (sarahk47), so this list is totally valid. Frank’s on it too. If you are on the Twitter, I recommend you follow both of us, as most of my funniest tweets are insults directed at him.

When my mom came to visit, she took me baby book shopping so she could buy the baby book. But the more we looked, the less we liked. We didn’t like any of the baby book options out there, because they were either solely photo books, bland pre-made scrapbooks that had zero of the traditional baby book elements, or they had traditional baby book elements but were bland and had few places for pictures and no pockets for keepsakes. Or you couldn’t add pages.

So I decided to make the baby book. Oh, SarahK.

We got a lot of papers and accents to get me started, and I’ve worked on it here and there ever since and mostly finished her 2-page name layout a few days ago. But y’all know me and my obsessions–I get obsessed easily and don’t fall out of obsession nearly as easily. So yes. I’m now obsessed with making this baby book and with scrapbooking in general. On the one hand, this is good, because I have bins and bins of mementos and scraps just waiting to be put into books. On the other hand, scrapbooking is expensive. I’ve been pretty good about not spending too much money–only buying embellishments and paper when they’re on sale, using coupons religiously, only buying stickers if I can think of ways to use more than just the one sticker in the package that I really want.

But then when I learned about and became obsessed with the Cricut, I also happened to have a couple months’ worth of allowance saved up. Bad combo.

Yes, my new Cricut arrives today. I got it on eBay and feel like I should be in a Weird Al song. I’m so excited about it that I’m trying to get all my cleaning finished this morning so I can play with it all afternoon. And yesterday I went and bought a bunch of scrap papers on clearance so I can play cheaply.

So I’m not saying that this blog might get a little crowded with boring scrapbooky stuff, but I’m also not saying that it won’t.

I had one. Today. It was great. And busy. And hot. And there were super-yummy gluten-free cupcakes.

I love this man. He’s not my man, but my man could smell like him.

Here’s the latest commercial:

And here are video responses to comments about the commercial.

This one cracks me up simply for how he addresses the person:

LOL, mascularity:

Ok, so there are lots, too many for me to watch since I want to go to bed soon (with my man, who could smell like the Old Spice guy). But this is my favorite one I’ve seen:

Nataly Dawn from Pomplamoose collaborates with Lauren O’Connell.

I have them. And I wish I could blame pregnancy, but I’ve kind of always had them. I have my dad’s legs, see. Maybe even his exact legs. Pop-Eye shins, zero definition in the cankle area. It’s embarrassing, but whatevs. Nothing I can do about them (I’ve tried hard), so I just live knowing that Hillary Clinton and I have a very unappealing trait in common. I could be Secretary of State someday.

Anyway, so my mom came to visit, and we were over at my in-laws’ for dinner one evening. I was sitting on a barstool and had one leg resting up on the next barstool (my feet hurt from carrying the weight of my cankles through the zoo all day). My mom saw my cankle and said, “Sarah. Your ankles are so swollen! You need to make sure to tell your doctor how swollen they are.” And then my mother-in-law checked to make sure I wasn’t pitting, and my mom was put at ease that I wasn’t all full of edema. “Um, mom, that’s how they always look. I have major cankles.”

She looked really surprised. And she wasn’t just doing that passive-aggressive thing that some moms do to point out your faults. I didn’t get them from her, and I hardly ever wear shorts or skirts, so she just didn’t realize about my hideous cankles.

I hope Buttercup doesn’t get them.

…the nursery walls will be done. I thought they were done yesterday, when I finished them. But then the last two walls I did don’t look nearly as good as the first one.

I’m going for a rainforest/jungle-y look on the walls, and I want it to look–well, rainy. The first wall turned out well.

The others look too stripey, so I’m going to redo at least two of them. Hopefully today so we can have the floors installed soon!

I can’t believe it’s been almost a year since we moved into our house! We closed on July 17th, the movers came on the 18th and moved the furniture and all the packed boxes, and we finished clearing out the rent house (and trying to clean it with a busted vacuum cleaner) on my birthday, the 19th. It was so nice to move into this house, knowing that we plan to be here for a long time. Even nicer to have someone do all the lifting for us.

Anyway, here I am loving the house and painting the nursery and I can’t help but think of how much easier this move was than my previous few moves. Well, yeah, the previous two were cross-country moves and this one was just across town, so that may have had something to do with it.

But man, do you remember my move from Amarillo to Florida? We loaded with help of family in Amarillo and then spent five days driving to the east coast of Florida. And when we got there, we had to unload the truck ourselves. Actually, Frank was back at work, so I unloaded most of it into my storage unit by myself, and some nice people at the storage place helped me with the furniture until Frank got off work. BEATING.

We did the move from Florida to Boise a little smarter. We still drove the truck ourselves, but we hired moving services on both ends to load and unload the truck. That wasn’t so bad (unless you consider that we moved cross-country with four animals), and if you can’t afford to hire movers or don’t trust other people to drive your stuff across the country (for us it was a little of both, but mostly the money), I cannot recommend enough hiring out the loading and unloading. You don’t want to drive exhausted, and you don’t want to unload the truck after you’ve driven cross-country for seven days (that’s how long our Florida/Boise move took—a very loooooong seven days).

The easiest of our moves was moving across town to this house. We hired movers, and I just got to direct them where to put everything. And then I actually had the energy to unpack my kitchen right away.

On the other hand, cross-country do-it-yourself moves make for great blogfodder. As you know.

Frank took me on a hot date Friday night (but first, he wrote this. I’ll pause while you awwwwww). I went dress shopping and came home with three options. This is the one I wore on the hot date:

Oh, and when I got home from dress shopping, Frank was home from work and had lilies waiting for me. Lilies are my favorites.

We had dinner reservations for Cottonwood Grille, a wonderful restaurant downtown next to the Boise River. Frank had specified when making the reservation that we would need to dine gluten-free. So when we got there, they handed us our 2-page gluten-free menu. We asked to sit outside. The patio is next to a big rock waterfall and pond–so pretty. The weather was nice and breezy, with just a little bit of a chill–if I hadn’t been pregnant, I would have been freezing.

We started looking at the menu, and I took forever to decide on what to eat. I’ve gotten used to having a maximum of ten choices at any given restaurant, so a full two-page menu was just options overload for me. Not to mention that they’d also given us a regular menu, and at least half of the items on that menu had gluten-free options available. Too many choices! :)

We shared a crab cocktail for our appetizer (I was starving when we got there), and then we both had the onion soup (without the crouton, of course). And when they brought us our soup, the waiter set down a basket of bread. “And here is some bread for you. It’s gluten-free.” !!! We never get to eat bread at a restaurant! So that was a very welcome surprise. I ate lots. And the onion soup was probably the best I’ve ever had.

It sprinkled on us a little while we finished our soup, and as soon as the family next to us moved inside due to the weather, it stopped sprinkling. There was only one other couple out there, and they were gone before our entrees arrived, so we had the whole patio to ourselves.

Frank had some scrumptious looking venison in a cabernet sauce, and if it had been a little more cooked, I would have tried it, but medium rare is just too raw for me. I had the stuffed prawns florentine with garlic mashed potatoes and some kind of squash. All was very good. The sun started setting while we ate our entrees, and it was gorgeous. We talked about lily pads and whether the ones on the pond were fake. We talked a lot about Buttercup, too, of course.

The waiter came and boxed up our leftovers and took our dessert orders. Frank had ordered a martini to go with his dinner and was only half finished with it when he got up to go to the bathroom. And as soon as he left the table, the wind picked up. I could hear it coming from across the river–the trees were LOUD–so I had a feeling. Sure enough, it was soon no longer breezy. More like mild hurricane-ish. The water started blowing off the waterfall and pond, Frank’s napkin went flying, I waddled over to get it and waited for him to get back so we could go inside.

The waiter brought our desserts before Frank was back, so I made an executive decision and just asked if we could finish up inside. So he took the dessert plates while I grabbed the boxed leftovers and Frank’s martini. I thought we’d just take one of the tables right inside the door, but I got to waddle all the way across the dining room, half-drunk martini in hand, six months pregnant. I avoided all eye contact with the other patrons.

Frank found me, and he wolfed down a yummy looking raspberry creme brulee while I had a yummy chocolate mousse, which he helped me finish off.

Dinner was gooooood. We decided it was too late to go anywhere else, so we went home, did some hot date stuff (IYKWIM), and watched half of the RiffTrax for Return of the King. Yes, we’re old, and our favorite thing to do on a Friday night is watch a movie with RiffTrax.

It was a great date. I wonder what we’ll do for our hot date next July, when we have a nine-month-old in the house. We’ll see!