Taking a chill pill
Henry and I are having a pretty good day today. Instead of stressing out about running around to playgrounds and getting errands out of the way, we put on our best lounging clothes and kicked around the house all morning, indulging in our deepest darkest desires: I spent some time rearranging everything in the back room now that's it's got a fresh new coat of paint livening things up while Henry got busy watching DVD's and tearing apart the living room. It looks like a toy factory exploded in there so mission accomplished. Right now he's upstairs napping, no doubt dreaming about chasing cats, cats being his most favoritest thing ever in the whole wide world, after cheddar bunnies, pears, sidewalk chalk, and slides.
Have I mentioned Dave and I got tickets to a Wiggles concert that's taking place in late July? Pretty exciting stuff. Seriously. We're excited! We have plans to go to Asilomar (Dave has a conference there next Spring) and Hawaii next year, so we're not going to go on vacation this year because we're trying to save for those two potentially expensive trips. However, since summer vacation season is almost in full swing, and since we have to drive two hours to get to the Wiggles concert, I've been sniffing around the web trying to scout out beaches that are near where we're going to be. I've come up with Bradley Beach. Anyone know anything about it? It's on the Jersey Shore, which scares me a little bit because everything I know about it I learned from MTV's "True Life: Jersey Shore" ("...maaaan, that's good from far, but far from good"). We don't want insane nightlife, we just want a quiet beach. Wait! No! Stop! Really! We can't afford it! And yet...
Want to see pictures of our back room? Here's the before:
and the after:
We have a weight machine taking up a lot of floorspace in the back room, which we use as an office and as a guest room. Future guests will perhaps be happy to hear that we're moving the weight machine into the garage, and in its place will be a headboard and footboard, with a bed taking up the empty space between the two. We think you've earned it.