1. There is the hive story. Which started by me going “Yuck, bug bites.” and ended with me shrieking “HIIIIIVVVES!! HIVES EVERYWHERE!!” with a side story about chocolate and how im not supposed to eat it, which included me saying to the doctor, “PUNCH ME IN THE FACE.”

2. the “I’m going to Vegas!” story, which consists of 2 friends and i leaving in exactly one week to take on a few shows and a lot of dorkiness.

3. then there is the “there is a giant snake in the garage story” which features Brandus contemplating catching it until he remembered NC has the US’s highest number of poisonous snakes per state. Yeah. Guess where I’m NEVER GOING AGAIN?

4. i promise to tell all these stories eventually. But for now, this is what I see practically every night around 10pm.

–Happy Sloth necklace – SO CUTE OMG

–Babushka Nesting Cups – aren’t these lovely? and they nest together like real matryoshka dolls!

–Cake Winner Bake Pan – it bakes a cake that looks like a big slice of bread. perfect for giant pb&js.

– Pretty apron! – i dont know, i just need one, ok?

I had actual content planned for today, but due to the random massive hive outbreak that is going on all over my body (INCLUDING MY FACE OMG), have a cute picture.

This is what my kid does when told to “look cute” by the photographer. Watch out male models.

A few nights ago, we were ensconced in a ridiculously awesome hotel room, which we got for a ridiculously cheap price – like, the price of a normal hotel room – and in one of the bedrooms, I was sprawled out alone in a king sized bed, while in the other bedroom, Brandus was forced into a corner of the king sized bed by a small, feverish three year old.

We spent the Fourth of July having amazing amounts of fun in Georgia at my parents’ cabin on a lake. My sister and my parents were more then happy to take kiddo fishing, for golf cart rides, for walks with the dogs…anything! I spent very little time with my own child, which was fine with me, because he was having an absolute blast and spending tons of time outdoors.

Of course, the day we were to leave, he felt a little warm, but we didn’t worry about it. After all, he had been spending a whole lot of time outside and running around. He was fine for that whole day – a day we took to go a different way home, so I could take the husband and the child to the camp I went to for years and years. We stayed overnight in a normal hotel not far away, and I loved getting to show them around Asheville, which is a town I love.

Getting back in the car, kiddo starts to cry.

Ok, he doesn’t want to ride anymore. Makes sense.

Or did, right until he puked all over himself.

We pulled over, cleaned him up, got back in the car and threw a towel over his lap and told him to try and aim for that, as we were still 6 hours away from home.

Outside of Raleigh, 20 minutes from my sister’s place, we pulled over and got a hotel room for the night. We couldn’t drive with a kid who is puking, not when we weren’t in a hurry to get home for any reason – especially when the Dark Lord was running a high fever as well.

We lucked into the hotel room, but it was a pity we didn’t get to enjoy it more. Being on puke patrol is time and yuck intensive.

We are home now, and there has been no puking for 2 days, although this fever is still hanging around. Which means he is very very whiny, and we are very tired.