Too much coffee?

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Last night, I swung by Dairy Queen to pick up some dessert for my husband and I. Unexpectedly, it revealed something about my high maintenance coffee preferences.

DQ Worker: "Hi, welcome to Dairy Queen. What can I get for you tonight?"

Me: "I'll have two small cookie dough blizzards."

DQ Worker: That'll be $$$. Please pull forward to the next window.

Me (Thinking, feeling uncomfortable): Did I forget something? I feel like I should have gotten it skim and decaffeinated. With a shot of something. Did I forget to give her some information? I only gave two qualifiers, small and cookie dough. That doesn't seem like enough.

Obviously the blizzards turned out fine: fatty, caffeinated (hey, there's chocolate in there) without any shots of hazelnut, small, and cookie doughish. But I think I drink too much Starbucks.

Sick as a Dog

I now understand the literal meaning of "sick as a dog." I've got a sick dog on my hands and it's anything but pleasant. White dog + sick dog = icky. Blah. Poor Leo.

Basement Bedroom: Progress

Here's a sneak peak at what's been going on in the basement bedroom, more affectionately known as The Armpit of the House. It really was that bad: blue and yellow sponge painting with daisy stenciling. It was also the "junk room" (be honest, I know you have one too) where all the odds and ends end up.

No more! The sponging has been painted over with white and gray. We're also in the process of installing more board and batten. The goal is that the entire room will be finished tomorrow, but with 18 vertical slats needing 3 coats of paint a piece, this might be a tad unrealistic.

On another note, our Arkansas trip to visit Charlie's grandpa for his 90th birthday celebration went well. Happy Birthday, Grandpa Charlie!