BLOGGER CHANGED ITS LAYOUT AND NOW I'M ALL FREAKING OUT. Seriously. Have any of you other blogger users "upgraded" to the "new format" (read: totally MESSED UP your blog)?
Have I ever mentioned that I'm really bad at technological changes? You should see me try and work the remote to our Apple TV. Seriously, it's so pathetic, it sends Ken into immediate fits.
CURSE YOU BLOGGER!
Ken let me take some pictures of the crib. If I can figure out how to upload one of them, I'll post it here. CURSE YOU, BLOGGER!
Yesterday, Colleen and her family came to visit. (If I can figure out how to link to her blog, I will. CURSE YOU, BLOGGER!) I love Colleen and her family. We have matching vans. And matching family stickers. Only her family sticker looks like the husband is trying to stab the wife in the head (she says it's supposed to be a frisbee).
Colleen made me swear that any pictures of her would have to have Jennifer Aniston's face Photoshopped in. And while personally I'd pick Angelina Jolie over Aniston any day of the week, I'm very sensitive to people's photographic requests, and I will always honor them:
(I still think Jolie would have been a better choice)
When the pizza guy came to deliver lunch, he took one look at all the kids playing in the yard and asked Phil, Colleen's husband, "Are you having a birthday party or something?" To which Phil said, "Nope. Just two families getting together."
Two families, 11 kids. Toooooootally normal around here.
My cousin Erinn (each of those links took me 10 minutes to find, because Blogger won't let me search by tags anymore. CURSE YOU BLOGGER!!!!) is coming tomorrow. I will do everything in my power to go into labor while she's here. Because that would mean she'd have to watch five children-solo- while Ken and I were at the hospital. And things like that are funny to me.
Filed Under: Why don't people come visit us anymore?
CURSE YOU, BLOGGER!
If you have a smartphone, I urge you again in the strongest possible terms to consider following me on Instagram. Other than a desperate need for attention, why? Because after a late night ("late night" for me, which translates to 7:00 p.m. EST for the rest of the world) Twitter convo between three bloggers who will remain unlinked and unnamed (CURSE YOU, BLOGGER!) I realized I had to carefully decide which social media outlet would be used to live broadcast the birth. Finally, Instagram was chosen. The results will look a lot like this:
To which my mom commented "Ugh".
Too much? Too edgy? It's too edgy, isn't it?
So there you go. Visit Jen for less edgy Quick Takes.