My husband and I have an unnatural attraction to dishes. Wherever we go, we're always seeing sets we like and try to justify buying more. So far, we've been able to hold back the urge, but as Christmas approaches, so do the dreaded sales. To save ourselves from bankruptcy, we settled on a compromise; we'll buy mugs. When we see a set or piece we really like, we'll buy one mug and add it to our collection. You might ask how many mugs 2 people actually need, but you'd be surprised how long a mug can go unloved and unnoticed, sitting dirty on a nightstand.

I won't say I'm the ring leader in this mug-revolution; Sean craves dishes as much as I do (or more!) . I will say that I do love mugs, especially unusual ones, and have never really met one I didn't like.

Until last weekend.

Last weekend, we went to Canadian Tire to pick up a 5-way grill given to us by my wonderful Sister-in-law Jody, her husband Jeff and son Sawyer (both equally wonderful). On the way to the check-out, we passed through the Dishes isle. Sean's eyes grew big with wonder as he reached for an item half hidden at the back of a lower shelf. In his hands was the ugliest mug I have ever seen. He held it reverently, like some Holy chalice and proclaimed that it would be coming home with us.

I begged. I pleaded. I even suggested we get a whole set of the red dishes he'd been eyeing before. He would not be moved; the mug had to be his.

I love my Husband very much, so he got his mug. I've even promised to not knowingly damage or destroy it.

Of course, accidents do happen...

(picture of ugly mug to be added later today)

Recap

It has been a very, very long time since I’ve written anything here. I’m very, very sorry. The thing is, things kept happening! I just couldn’t keep up! There was un-wedding planning, lots of Union work (I’m vice-pres of my local and the Pres took ill unexpectedly), family doos, birthdays and of course, a wedding. Our wedding in fact!

Let it be known that Sean & I (sort of) eloped on October 6th at Noon, in the pouring rain, in a picnic shelter. The first words out of my married mouth were “Holy Crap, we’re married!”.

We had a wonderful wedding day, a perfect honeymoon, and a great Thai dinner with a few friends and family in Seattle. Then, of course, we both caught a cold and missed half a week of work. Nothing says ‘I love you’ like sharing your electric blanket and anti-bacterial Kleenex. We were disgusting, but we were together.

Monkeys

Max, and our furry-slug Leo, are monkeys. Just for the record.

All last week we've had the kickplate off of the front door, so that the building could lay down new carpeting in the common areas. The boys seemed to think this meant it was fair game to send every single one of their toys shooting out into the hall. I can't imagine what the neighbours must think when they see the blast zone around our door consisting of furry mice with their tails ripped off, string toys with mangy half eaten feathers, and of course, a large assortment of balls.

Leo has been continuing his regular water sports, including sneaking into the shower, 'helping' us brush our teeth, and jumping into toilets. He has, however, added a few more activities to his repertoire. The most inventive is what I like to call 'Bathroom Ballet". It's a special dance he does whenever Sean's in the bathroom. It's sort of a mix of jumping at the doorknob and writhing around on the ground. Also, to compensate for now being too big to fit underneath the entertainment centre, Leo has discovered that he can now jump from the floor to the kitchen counter (which he couldn't do until now), and therefor, from the counter to the fridge and fridge to cabinets. Was he ever proud of himself when I got home! Lord help us.