octolilly [through the years]

If perfume was made from Febreeze, I’d totally buy it. I’m just saying. I’ve been cleaning so much in the past two days that I feel like I’ve been spritzing it every 5 seconds. Come to think of it, I probably have been spritzing it that much. No wonder the bottle is almost empty.

Besides the cloud of Febreeze that is apparently hovering in our house right now, we’ve also been eating a lot of waffles, watching Austin Powers movies, and I’ve been surfing the Crime Library and watching CSI episodes a little too much.

Last night, Daniel was going to pick up dinner on his way home. I turned on the pole light that is right beside the driveway, opened the front door, and waited for him. He got home pretty soon and walked in while flipping through the mail. And he had no food with him.

“Hi and all that but where’s dinner?”

“Oh, riiiiight (Austin Powers influence), I knew I forgot something.”

And with that he turned around and walked back out the door.

I thought he meant that it was in the car. But after five minutes passed, I wondered what on earth had he purchased that would require five minutes of slow and heavy lifting before he could bring it in the house.

I ran to the door and looked outside and the CAR WAS GONE.

OH MY WORD. I immediately imagined that five guys in black leather had jumped out from our leave-less bushes and had forced him into the car at gunpoint and ordered him to drive to an undisclosed location where they would chop his fingers off slowly until he revealed where on earth he bought that awesome hair gel he’s been using.

And thaaaaat’s when I told myself, “Jennifer, you need to stop reading Crime Library. And watching CSI.”

It turns out he had forgot to even PURCHASE dinner.

We have another day of cleaning planned. And by we, I mean me. Drew is pretty much just driving cars on the floor, the couch, the window sill, the high-chair legs, the dining room table, and perfecting his zombie walk.

What’s his zombie walk, you ask?

Well, it’s where he walks like a zombie. I kid you not. He sticks both arms straight out in front of him and lowers his head until his chin touches his collar bone and then waddles through the house. With a wide grin on his face. And in a high pitched voice, he says, “look at me! look at me!”

Neither Daniel nor I have taught him this. I promise. He’s just started doing it and he’s continuing it because he gets the most awesome reaction from his mommy.

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