Nick is very emotionally attached to his clothes...he remembers where he got it, where he's worn it, and all of these other details about items in his wardrobe; so, he doesn't want to get rid of anything at all. Hence, he keeps all of his clothes in the other spare bedroom...because he doesn't want to share a closet or dresser with me. So, he has a whole closet and TWO dressers full of clothes in 'his' bedroom. Despite not wanting to get rid of most of his clothes, I did talk him into getting rid of this outfit; however, he had to put it on one last time for ol' times sake.
Paging all Garth Brooks wannabes.
In college, the 4H house girls liked to rip the Wrangler patches off the guys' jeans....with their teeth. I imagine Nick striking this pose at the bars trying to entice them to bite off his patch.
Thank you Aunt Dana for the stick horse for Baby Mac! Giddy-up, Cowboy!
On Saturday, Nick and I turned our attention to the basement and literally spent all day sorting through tubs, organizing, cleaning, and getting things in tip top shape. Unfortunately, God must have thought we didn't do a good enough job, because Sunday morning we woke up to a flooded basement after a drain got clogged and backed up after some heavy rain. All of our cleaning and organizing went down the drain....or at least tried to!So, by Sunday afternoon we had a team of people in the basement from Servpro (those fire/water/everything weather-related people), and they ripped out the padding, sucked out the water, and are now working on getting the carpet dried so it can be reinstalled. Between Christmas, the projects, and the crises, Nick and I didn't sit down once during our five-day weekend!
On a more positive note (or depressing note if you're me...read on after this sentence), I had a doctor's appointment this morning, and all is well with Baby Mac; however, I am not showing any signs of getting closer to labor. I was really hoping that all of that moving furniture this weekend would really get things going, but it hasn't worked out that way. :(