12 August 2010

06 August 2010

Brother In Law Identity

YEARS ago, my sister, Jenny, went out on a date. She met a guy online who called her a "seemingly normal person" (wow, he was way off! ;)) and he was british and had nice pictures on his profile, so she met him at a mexican restaurant.

Being her siblings, my younger sister, Megan, and I HAD to morph this into an opportunity to tease our sister.

Since this was an online romance at the time, we went with Identity #1: "he's really an old fat guy,"



Dad even offered to go with her on the date and sit at another table to wait for a signal to get her out of there if the date was going badly. He was only half joking.

But, when my sister came back looking like this:



we had to let go of that one as chances were, considering Jenny's taste in men, he was not an old fat guy.

The next logical step was that he was, Identity #2, a drug dealer. Here's what Andy would look like with all the typical markings of a man of that trade:



But then we met him and he was waaaaaaaaaaaay to clean and well put together and well spoken to be a drug dealer.


This leads us to Identity #3: The British Spy.



But after several years of knowing Andy after he married my sister, I have finally, FINALLY discovered his secret identity. Andy is Super Brit. He's just brilliant at everything he does! So, he gets a super suit and a fancy hat with an exceptionally large feather.



05 August 2010

Seattle, Day 5

On my last day in Seattle, I very briefly was able to go to Pikes Place Market - which I learned was a very, very bad place to go when your things are already packed and ready to go because you want to buy EVERYTHING because everything is super duper awesome. I restricted myself to buying a giant sand lizard and some sweets for the kids (and by that I mean my brother and sister).



The plane home decided to be nice and not shake us around. The pilot turned off the lights and everyone went to sleep as the flight left at 11pm (1am EST)



That is, everyone went to sleep except me because my seatmate would.not.stop.talking!! At all. I was absolutely exhausted and never even replied to her, but she didn't stop!!



When I arrived at Dulles after 5 hours on the plane with the living chatty cathy doll from heck, I had a 2 hour wait until my next flight. I didn't want to fall asleep and risk missing my flight, so I went to starbucks.



It was then that I was reintroduced to Mr. Espresso. Mr. Espresso and I had been estranged for a long time. This is what the personification of Espresso looks like in my head.



And I became my own nightmare - a person who cannot sit still no matter how hard they try. At one point, I was standing in a corner dancing around to Single Ladies. I was a crazy person!!



When I finally got home (thanks to mom, who picked me up at the airport), I pretty much crashed!! The bunnies disapproved.



I woke up to this, so dragged myself off the couch and went to the store to buy the rabbits' kale.



And that concludes my day!