When I got home on Friday, hubby did this...
I love it very much. It makes me happy inside. I know the photo isn't great, but I did the best I could. Hey, taking pictures of lights, especially at night, is HARD. Really. With the light on, all you get is a big bright blur. Bright, like the light fixture is holy and will cure all diseases, kinda bright. *cue music* Yes, that kinda bright.
My parents came down for a visit on Sunday. Lots of fun was had. My fireman made lamb on the rotisserie. It was majorly yummy. I made carrots and parsnips, cooked together and roughly mashed, and some oven potatoes tossed in seasonings and oil and baked. It was a good day. They hadn't seen the wall removal and beams yet. They hadn't seen our beautiful porch yet. They liked them both. We sat on the porch and played outside and talked about more of our plans for the house.
And then my mom told me that she had read my blog. And then she laughed at my cookie incident from last week. See, my mom can COOK. So, it's funny to her that I can't make chocolate chip cookies.
So, she gave me these...
Then I told them both it was getting late and that they could go home now.
No, I didn't really. I laughed and then she told me that the next time I came up to visit, we could make cookies together and she could cure my non-chocolate-chip-cookie-making abilities. My hubby said that too. So, I think I'll take them BOTH up on it. And blog about it.