Sometimes I wonder about life once we're married, all the little bits and pieces of me he hasn't really seen yet. Today in the parking lot of the airport, 17 hours late getting in and after being royally bitched out by the woman behid the counter for pushing the "please ring for service bell" in catchy tunes for twenty minutes while I waited for someone to come out and help me, I threw a royal, screaming tantrum. Windows up, radio blaring, I pounded the dash and gave a detailed history of that woman's lineage and future prospects. Austin saw an abbreviated version of this once, when I was moving out of my apartment and was so mad at ray my teeth hurt from clenching my jaw. Eight hours later, I'm still not myself after a nap, a long bath, a pedicure, and a few hours of stitching. Days like this are why we'll need more than two rooms in our house, because I still need time alone no matter how much I love him.

Enough on the depressing side. Who wants pictures?

Jessica and baby Sam.

Stephen, the Rabbi, Sam, Jack, and Jessica at the Bris. Poor guy.

The teapot I found at a Hobby Lobby in Dallas, quite keen.

And I know I usually post on MWSat, because I'm always traveling sunday, monday I blog about the weekend, something's usually happened by wednesday, and saturday I feel bad about not blogging since wednesday. So this post is dedicated to Shawn, because I'm breaking out of my routine.