Body Movin'

I'm pretty sure I felt this kid moving last night when I was going to sleep. It's such a strange feeling, but it's pretty cool.

Harry and Aunt Lee's Cuteness

I read Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. I did it. I did it already, even. Me! The slowest reader in the world! (With that said, Willis had it finished by Sunday afternoon. I finished it last night. He, however, is the fastest reader I think I've ever seen.)

I'm not going to talk about it for awhile. I don't want to ruin it for anyone. If people want to talk about it, though, we should email discuss.

I'm hot today. Not -like- the good kind of hot. I'm sweaty. It's gross. I'm about ready to freak out, but freaking out would only make it worse.

We need to work on our house. *sigh* So much to do before this little rat gets here.


Shameless photo of my Great Great Aunt Lee. Is she not the cutest!?

Yeah. There were two "Greats" in there.

She rocks.

I'm gonna go get a dog bed tonight for our mutt. He thinks he owns our bed, and he's about to realize how wrong he is about that. Dead dog wrong.

Hobbes' Doppelganger

It's official. I am certain of what kind of dog Hobbes is mixed with, and it's this dog right here.

That's a German Short-Haired Pointer.
I don't know why it was important to me, but I wanted to know. I read a little about breed behavior with those, and quite a few of the characteristics matched up with Hobbes, too.
I added some serious photos to Facebook yesterday, in case anyone is interested in that sort of thing.
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows comes out in two days. I am beside myself. There better not be any shipping problems that day . . . and I hope I can read really, really fast all of a sudden. People are telling me that there are releases of the whole book on the internet right now, and all I can say about that is, I sure hope those people that are posting these books enjoy lawsuits. I'm stayin' away from any leaks . . . I'm not going to know anything until I read it for serious and the copy I paid for fair and square is sitting in my hands.
You know, Billy Joel's "Moving Out" song is kind-of annoying. What made him think that the whole word-ending repeat thing would work? It's all like, "heart attack ack ack ack ack ack!"
I don't think Billy Joel is that bad, normally, but whenever I hear that song, I want to be like, "William Joel, what the crap were you thinking?"
I don't own any Billy Joel albums, nor do I crave to listen to the guy . . . but I don't usually cringe when I listen to him like I do with this song.
I need a nap.

Fleeting Pet Photos

Time for some cute puppy and kitty pictures! I figure there's only so much time left where I can post photos of these guys because one day I'll be posting photos of a munchkin.


Hank had JUST been resting his head against that piece of wood to the right. Like—his head was squished against it. It was hilarious. I was sad when he moved.


He really hates it when I do this. I'm pretty sure.


Hobbes was really, really tired that day for some reason. I think it was after everybody left after the 4th.


He rolled over onto his back when he saw me taking these photos, and then he just laid there like that for about an hour. It was pretty humorous.


He seriously didn't move.


At all.

Tonight, Willi and I are supposed to get Requiem for a Dream from Netflix. I read on the Netflix review that it isn't for the squeamish. I am a little worried about my decision to rent that.

I did the awesomest thing this weekend: I hooked the garden hose up on the back rail on the back porch, set the nozzle to mist, and then I pointed the mist towards the chaise lounge. Then, I laid down on it. It was glorious. I'd definitely do that again . . . especially if it's going to be this hot outside for awhile. Willis definitely laughed at me, but I didn't even blink at that because I knew my idea was the best idea anyone has ever had. I know he was just jealous.

I should probably go shopping for some maternity pants that aren't jeans . . . I'm having pants issues again.

The Eric Chris Express is coming to our house this weekend. That should be a good time. Oh . . . I forget you guys probably have no idea what "Eric Chris Express" refers to. Let me just tell you a little story:

One evening (and I'm not sure if Willis and I were dating quite yet or not, but I assume we were in the early stages of dating), I had driven over to pick up Willis at his apartment (we decided I'd pick him up because I had a place to park at my apartment and he would not have a place to park at my apartment), and he and I were going to meet and/or pick up Eric and Chris (Willi's roommates and good friends) to have them join us at a Beer Meeting. While we were driving to get them, the song Marrakesh Express by Crosby, Stills, and Nash came on the radio, and we changed the words (simultaneously) from "Marrakesh Express" to "Eric Chris Express."

It probably would've been pretty sick to anyone on the outside looking in, actually. It was pretty obvious early on that we were -like- soul mates or something.
Anyway . . . we went to get them, we had a Beer Meeting, and we had good times. I imagine we'll have good times again this weekend. The only downer is: I don't get to have any beer. *wah wah* (That's my trumpet noise for those of you on the home team.)
Sorry I just bored you to tears with that story, but hey . . . you're the one sitting there reading this at will.

Amanda, Jarsh, and Ian may be joining us up here at some point this weekend as well (I hear they may be coming up Saturday afternoon). Sunday will mark the end of Amanda and Jarsh's first year of marriage, so that's pretty neat. They must like us a lot to want to spend their anniversary with us.

In closing, I'll leave you with this final thought: my little beebee is apparently the size of an orange right now. So, that's fun and fruity.

Dilly out.