Okibashi Sandals and Socks

There is a 42oz. bag of Peanut M&M's on my desk.  What does that tell you?  Normally, I'm not a "candy person."  I'm not one to stroll the candy aisle on my weekly grocery trips, ensuring to pick up a bag of this and a pouch of that.  Apparently baby not only likes candy but also Dairy Queen, and thus, huge underpants.

Chris and I walked Kasia over to Dairy Queen last night.  Does that count for exercise?  Once we arrived at the destination, Kasia tried pawing the door open to follow Chris in.  So cute.  She loves her daddy..... but loves me more :)  Chris walked out with a cherry slush for me and a strawberry sundae for himself (and a little spoon to share ice cream with Kasia..... who by the way knows how to eat using a spoon)

On the walk back, we passed our old landlord's house.  I don't know if I've shared our house renting story--  It's hilarious and dreadful all at the same time.  Long story short:  Chris and I decided to move in together a year after dating.  Big step for me, I'd like to say.  We wanted to move to a house--- both of us were DONE with apartment living AND we wanted to get a dog.

Advised to look on craigslist, we did just that.  I found a cheap rental home (close to us) that required some "light remodeling in exchange for a cheaper rent rate.  Sold.  Let's go take a look see.

We pulled up to this shitty ranch house, obviously needing something way beyond  light remodeling.  Upon walking in the door, we were greeted by two obvious things:  a horrible stench of urine and a gentlemen dressed in 1983 clothing.  The landlord and his bitchy ass wife (also stuck in a Winger video from 1983, complete with not cool stretch pants and badly permed hair and WAY too much foundation) agreed to do a one year lease for Chris and I to flip the house in exchange for cheap rent.

A full overhaul later, lots of drywall, blood, sweat, tears and many a flooded basement, we survived 365 days in the Ejector Pit.

Notice my gay pride "I Love Key West" hoodie

Every month, it was painful for the landfamily to repay Chris for materials bought to make living manageable in the hell hole.  They made it sound like they didn't have a pot to piss in or a window to throw it out of.  Flash forward to present day--  The landfamily lives around the corner from us.  Yes sir.  Sitting in a lovely fashion, straddling a wooded lot, lives 1983 and his bitchy wife.  Every so often I walk by to see if they notice me and my kick-ass dog.

OH.  Landbitch also warned me not to get married.  Apparently her 1983 prince charming isn't so hot in his Winger gear afterall.  Well, thats what happens when you totally give up on life, get a perm, strap on some stirrup pants and sport high top Reeboks. 

Irony tastes delicious I tell you.  I have a hot ass husband, an awesome 4-legged daughter of Polish descent, an affordable mortgage, straight and shiny hair, AND no raccoons living in our attic.  Life is good.

Kasia, posing for Glamour Shots, age 5 months