The Original Pancake House that used to be right next
door to our office when we were in Kirkland, has now, after a year and half,
has moved next to our new office.
Naturally, I went twice last week, and it was as delicious as I
remember.
Momela: I’m surprised you order Banana pancakes and waffles
when you don’t like bananas.
Me: What are you talking about? Bananas are my favorite fruit.
Momela: I’ve never seen you eat a banana.
This is disturbing because I have a lot of fond memories
of my mom saying “BA-NA-NA” really funny like when I was growing up every time
I ate a banana. It’s like she doesn’t
even know me. :P
One visit I was with Corrinne and she was telling me that
her 5 year old son Jack was in a “Are you my mother?” Mother’s Day play in
which he managed to create lines for himself until he was the star of the show.
My kind of guy! While there, Corrinne
over heard a little girl say, “Charlotte loves Jack for real, but I love Jack
more.”
There was a bit of dog drama with the neighbor dogs (very
large pit bull / mix pups) jumped the fence into my yard while the dog walker
was there. I could tell it was very
traumatic for my dog walker, even though all the pups were fine and none of
them touched each other. I felt really
bad, like bake brookies bad. (It’s all
good now though!)
Frita turned 80! And
Maureen and Kyle also had birthday’s! I
ended up getting Frita extremely practical presents because well, I think we’re
both at the point where getting re-usable containers/wrap is fun and cool, and
I think I’m okay with that. Sean picked
up our nephew, Kyle, from practice and brought him shopping for his birthday
present.
Mo: Is he driving you crazy yet?
Sean: Can Kyle have a hunting knife?
Mo: God NO!!!
So, I had this great idea to put some peel and stick
wallpaper on a small wall in the living room, and then talked about it for a
couple of weeks. I bought the peel and stick wallpaper and I got it all cut and
ready and I'm standing on the ladder to apply and then realized its regular wallpaper. Only I didn't realize it right away, I just
thought I was really bad at peeling. And
now I don’t think it’ll ever be done because I don’t want anything permanent
and none of the peel and stick wall paper is as pretty as the pattern on the
dead-to-me paper that can now line the inside of my trash. (Though I did think
about putting some thumb tacks at the top of each piece and seeing if anyone
noticed my hella ghetto solution.)
On Friday, I went to happy hour with some co-workers and
then went home and did a whole lot of nothing.
Saturday, we were 7 people and 7 dogs deep at the dog park. Casper, once again, was the leader
protecting, herding and giving all the other pups confidence boosts. On Sunday, we were down to 4, and Ryan came
up with the perfect nick name for Nala, Pig Pen, because she always looks like
she has a cloud of dust following her. I
decided, since Dawne was getting back on Monday, that I would try to wash all
three pups. At the same time. Yeah, there is a dog wash at Marymoor that is
remarkably like a self-washing car wash but for pets. I was hesitant to begin with, and then as
soon as I paid, Percy backed himself out of his leash and ran. Now, not like running into traffic, more like
run far enough away that he made it clear that he had no intention of getting
clean. As 4 people tried to help me
circle him, I verbalized that, “This is my worst nightmare: that a group of
strangers are witness to my total lack of control over my dog.” Eventually, after just staring him down for 2
minutes he came over and let me pick him up. (I’ve learned to not chase or yell at him in
these situations because he’ll get super stubborn but a good staring contest
followed by a “Who’s a good boy!?” works wonders because he thinks it’s his
idea.) By the time I washed up all three and carried
them each individually back to the car, I was soaking wet, exhausted and happy to
temporarily remove the pig pen effect.
Other than that, I had a pretty chill weekend! Hope you all had a lovely Mother’s Day and
are enjoying your Monday!
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