Givingahootery!

So remember a few weeks ago when I told you I had my girls come for a visit? Well, they really did! I wasn't making that up, I promise. I know, I know, I didn't deliver the goods as far as photographic evidence is concerned. But there is are really real reason behind it you see; I had to wait for the pics to make an appearance in my inbox because I am lame and lost both chargers for my camera. Fortunately, the chargers have re-appeared, and T sent me the pics she had.

Now I face a real dilemma. If I post these pics you will know: 1) I live in a log cabin 2) I didn't clean my house that day 3) I can still shake it with the best of them and 4) you will see me in my jammies. I don't know what I would do if you took that knowledge and: 1) laughed at me for wearing my jammies 2) ridiculed my non-existent  house keeping skills or 3) decided that my shaking it down should be kept to a minimum.

It was the return of my friend Rabbit that gave me courage to post these pics. He is all about dancing, poop throwing, and blogging without Giveahootery. And saying f^%*. A lot. (and you can grab his button here)
So here I go, without Givingahootery!

Now this one is important. See how I am wearing clothes? But also note the SIZE of my belly! Oh man, I look pregnant, which I am not. What really was happening was my IBS was giving me hell, hence the reason I changed in super fab - elastic waistband - clothes. Don't judge me, I don't think I could handle it!

Here they are! Aren't we pretty? Me, Bekum, and T all lined up in a row! Also fab because the background is blurry and you can't see the mess living on my counters!

Proof once again that my belly was KILLING me! T decided to help me out with a belly rub. Hey, it worked for Ty-Guy who is Bekum's adorable fantastic baby boy. The nine month old variety.

From here I will try and keep the commenting to a minimum; you can just watch the chaos unfold. Something amazing happened, Webby Friends, Lady Ga entered my humble abode. The Dance Off ensued. This one is for you Rabbit! Enjoy the Dancing!

Can you say Crazy Anime Hair? Thats how I roll.

Chicken Dance Anyone?

Trist did NOT win the dance off.

 

No explanation needed. 

I think Charley was feeling a bit lonely. He doesn't tend to dance.

Good thing I won the dance off cause if he gave the victory kiss to anyone else 

he would have been sleeping on the couch! And I would like to add that this is the 

last picture I have of the two of us, and it will remain thus until mid-tour leave.

Also, I was so appalled at the state of my desk that I spent 3 hours cleaning it yesterday. 

And to any of you have suggestions for the horrid linen closet? Perhaps a curtain?