Tell you what, low income housing has its price. I went out for a 9pm mail collection, only to be held back by propriety. Not only did I want to stare, I wanted to freakin take a picture. Darn you, propriety. You always get in the way.
Anyway, on my way down the stairs, it sounds like some yelling on floor two. Always fun. Floor one had a dude sitting on their patio in the dark with a suitcase full of crap strewn out on the grass in front of him. It looked like somebody packed a suitcase full of crap and threw it out their door onto the grass and crap spilled out all over the place. Why so glum, dude sitting on the patio? Did you get thrown out too? He didn't tell me his story after I greeted him with a friendly "hello."
I came back from getting the mail, told Dave, "this place is AWESOME" and to get his butt out the door to share in my entertainment. Lucky for him, the story went on.
When Dave went out, dude on the patio is still sitting there, but now two girls are packing the crap in the suitcase in front of him. And since there is such a thing as propriety, Dave had to act like he was going to get the mail. When he returns from his pretend mail pickup, one of the girls is dragging the broken-zippered-clothes-spilling-out suitcase up one clunking step at a time to the second floor. All the while, our shirtless, shoeless, smoking neighbor is running up and down the stairs trying to find out what the H-E-double hockey sticks is going on-- only with less propriety, and far more stinkily. I really wish we could have just set up some lawn chairs and watched it all unfold. Thanks again propriety for ruining our fun. Thanks for keeping us, even now, from poking our heads out our door to see what all the running up and down the stairs, which is still happening, is all about.
First of all, this is a horrible picture.
Shintaro is a nice Asian fellow that I always used to help when I worked for American Family Insurance. It's such a fun name, don't you think? If only he knew that we use it as a substitute when we feel like saying something bad. 
This extremely sexy man is the newest recipient of assistantship at the WSU masters of health policy and administration program. Blah blah blah=tuition waiver, monthly stipend and insane happiness and relief in the Lawson house. Way to go, Dave. You are the best.
Just a little while ago, I was lying on the couch with Dave like so while he played some mumbo jumbo video game. He said, "This is the Ash I thought I married." Ha ha, hilarious. Seriously, I'm not being sarcastic for once. I guess a lot can change in 4 years.
Have we?
Completely unrelated. Well, actually this picture is of my dad's and Miles' heads, and my dad and Miles are related, but the picture is completely unrelated to anything relevant; I just like it.
Also, last night Dave and I were enjoying some cooler weather, thunder, lightning, the smell of rain, cobbler and ice cream on our balcony and Dave said, "I wish farting was polite." Why can't it be? Like a sneeze, you could just respond to someone's gas with "Bless you," or "Gesundheit." True, gas often stinks, but so do bums (you know, homeless folk).
This is one of my favorite pictures of Dave...
Well, my breastfeeding days are coming to an end here, and it's a sad day. I'm one of those "lucky" gals who loses weight like a banshee while nursing. I've been able to eat whatever I want and not exercise and drop weight. It has been so awesome. From my last gigantic prego fat visit to now, I've lost somewhere around 56 pounds. So... sorry Miles, I'm the biggest loser, though you've thinned out a ton and are much cuter than I am. 
