kayla aimee: only slightly neurotic

Overheard: all that glitters...

Jeff sent me an email requesting that I pick up some lotion at the store. I flipped through my coupons and found one for a bottle of Olay for dry skin. I felt really good about that because Jeff has dry skin and so obviously this was going to be the best possible choice of lotion for him.

Later that night Jeff eyed the purple bottle critically.

"That looks like pretty girly lotion" he said

"It's not girly lotion" I replied

"It looks like it smells girly. Did you smell it?" he asked

"No, but it isn't scented or anything so I'm sure it's fine" I told him

5 minutes later he walked into the kitchen glimmering like Edward Cullen.

"You're right, he said, this lotion isn't girly at all. By the way, I have glitter all over me. From the lotion."

Friday Randoms: a) last day to vote! b) last day to enter to win a $20 giftcard and a space to my and Wilna's holiday class!

Tis the season'

For us to buy a Christmas tree. We've always had artificial trees because my sister is allergic to real Christmas trees. Wait, I take that back. We've had artificial trees ever since we learned that my sister was allergic, which happened to be the fourth Christmas Eve that we spent in E.R. And let me tell you, they really skimp on the stocking stuffers in that place. I mean, who wants a baggie full of used syringes? And a lollipop? Really? C'mon doc. We know you're making bank.

When we were first married we inherited an old tree and some lights that had been in my grandmother's attic for the better part of a decade. This is because we got married two days before Christmas and we were broke. We're still broke, but that's not the point. The point is, we don't have that tree anymore because IT CAUGHT ON FIRE.

Apparently, if you have exposed wires on your Christmas tree and you are out of electrical tape it is NOT a good idea to use 7 Gypsies gaffer tape instead. Even if you are a scrapbooker and have lots of gaffer tape on hand and it seems like a really good idea at the time, trust me. It's not. Nothing says "Christmas Cheer" like seeing your tree go up in flames. Actually, if I recall correctly the phrase "Christmas Cheer" is not one of the things that Jeff said when the tree was burning.

I am one of those people who puts their tree up on Thanksgiving, so I'm shopping around for the best deal and thinking about going the pre-lit route. Because for some reason, Jeff is all against Christmas trees now. He's got this totally unsubstantiated fear of the tree catching on fire or something, like that ever even happens. 

(EDIT: You can vote! until November 6! We had the dates wrong so please keep voting! THANK YOU for being my own personal form of Christmas Cheer!) 

Meet our new puppy!

(Lucy says: please vote for KA here because she is very nice and gives me treats and sometimes lets me sleep on the bed. But not if Jeff is reading this. If Jeff is reading this, she never lets me sleep on the bed. Not ever. And most definitely not on your pillow.)

I can't feel my nose

Our heater broke. Last night the temperature outside was in the thirties. As in thirty degrees farenheit for all you international girls. That is way too cold for October. And way too cold to not have any heat.

I tried to convince Jeff that we should sleep at his parents house. Where they have heat. But he thought we could tough it out for one night. Then I tried to explain to Jeff how I like having all of my limbs intact and that frostbite was something I did not care to experience. Unfortunately, Jeff was pretty adament that I would not get frostbite by lying in bed under the covers. I fail to see his logic.

When I woke up this morning, it was fifty six degrees in my house. I am currently wearing six shirts, a sweater, two jackets, a hat and eleven pairs of Jeff's socks. I'll be honest. It's not a good look for me.

My advice on moving?

Never re-use your moving boxes. We thought it would be a really good idea to save all of the boxes from our first move in case we moved again. It was not.

I'm currently staring at a cardboard box that says "FRAGILE! KITCHEN PLATES" on one side and on the other "JEFF'S DVDS." I have no idea which label is from the current move and which is from the previous move.

This is why I inadvertantly unwrapped all of our Christmas decoration while searching for our printer. It's also probably the reason that we found all of Jeff's old baseball cards in a box labled "BED LINENS" and went to sleep without any pillows last night.

It's also a good idea not to let my husband label any boxes, because all the boxes that bear his handwriting just read "STORAGE" and so those boxes? I have no idea what is in those boxes. Probably our pillows.