big night

Tonight is Fondren Unwrapped, this event I am going to with Molly Gee. I put a picture of the information post card. Very high tech and resourceful of me, I don't know if Danielle's printer has a scanner or not, I could easily have found out, but not interested. Even if it does I would have to go through the pain of trying to figure out how to work it, so I just took of picture of it with the iSight camera on my computer. Voila!

Tonight is also the finale of Project Runway! Catherine is coming over and we are going to make it a party!

So much fun going on and I have a lot to do. I am doing laundry and waiting for Olivia to get home so she can have lunch and go to bed. Then I can take a shower, and I want to do some more sewing. I turned out a lot of stuff yesterday. I have to be in the mood to do it and I have been the last few days. I am sort of less gung-ho about it today, though, because I am trying to work out a new twist on an old project, and I am not feeling all the trial and error. I was wrestling with it last night and I think I figured out how to "make it work" so we'll see how that turns out. I'll letcha know.

I know I said last night that I had stuff to say, but now I can't really remember what I had in mind. Except this one story from over the weekend, which I wasn't going to bring up but Danielle asked if I shared it, so I suppose I will. I'm not one for potty humor and I don't want every story to be about bathroom stuff, but that's part of the day to day with Mr. Jacob, so I guess I don't have much choice...

So over the weekend I was in the bathroom brushing my teeth and Jacob had to go. Darren said to use the master bathroom but that didn't suit and Jacob was whining, so Darren said he could go pee-pee in the backyard. I was done in like 30 seconds, Jacob was just wanting to be dramatic. But he went outside to potty, and then he came in and told Darren he poo-ed in the back yard.

Meanwhile, as I write this, Olivia has unravelled the

paper towels off the roll and dragged the holder off of the counter

onto the floor, breaking one of the feet off of it...

Where were we? Darren went to clean it up, but it seems that Amber had beaten him to it. No other stories of interest come to mind at this point. Probably remember at some point or another, but not while I'm blogging, so that when I do go to blog, I will forget once again.

xoxo, Travvy