Five Questions Friday: We Are Not Alone

I have not posted since… I’m not sure. Did I post early in June? I think I did a few. But I (and Eric) have good reasons. We have been busy! Plus, we’ve had a lot of out-of-town guests.

Q from my Dad: Do you like having your father-in-law here for two weeks?
Eric: Didn’t you ask me that last year? And I think I said “what am I supposed to say?… No?” Well, I can add that I don’t like when you text me on my phone to “come to your office” which is our lounge chair in front of the TV.

Q: How much longer until we have no visitors and are alone again?
Eric: I have no idea… it started in May. My parents, your uncle and aunt, cousin and her husband, our nephew Ben, your Dad, your sister then we go to Maryland and see everyone again and then your mom here… I don’t know, is anyone else coming?

Q: Well you have your two workshops coming up.
Eric: Oh yeah. I’d say it won’t be until the end of August.
 
Eric: 
What was your favorite thing we did in Nashville for our mini-mini-vacation?
The last night we were there at one of the honky-tonks and your cousin took video of me and “puppet-kiki”.
(for those who are like “what”? I was so tired and Eric wanted to dance and I said “no” so he grabbed my hands up in the air and was attempting to dance with me. My nickname is “kiki” to my nephews so Eric was calling me “puppet-kiki”.)

Q: What aggravated you this week?
Eric: That one is easy. Me making dinner and we all sit at the table and your dad was watching tv on his phone with his headphones on! I put an end to that.

Five Questions Friday: My Phone is not in the Truck

Q: Why is there cauliflower all over the kitchen?
Eric: Because I’m making something new: fried cauliflower.

Q: Now that you found your phone in the truck, are you still insisting that you never left it there?
Eric: I’m not answering that question.

Q: I heard this today… Do you know what the oldest city in the U.S. is? By the way, Tripp got it right on his second guess.
Eric: St. Petersburg?
Oh, close. 
Eric: Wait. No. I meant St. Augustine.
Ding, ding, ding… you are correct. And I’ll give you that as your first answer so you beat Tripp. 

Q: Have you ever played dungeons and dragons?
Eric: Uhm, not really. I think I tried with friends but we couldn’t figure out how to play.
I don’t get that game at all. Just saw them playing on TV and thought maybe you knew.

Q: What aggravated you this week?
Eric: Our lawnmower breaking down. But the service center fixed it quickly so all is good now.

Five Questions Friday: Socks

Q: Did you hear my mom over the speaker? She laughed while saying I was a temperamental artist. Not a temperamental person but a temperamental artist and that was supposed to be a compliment! You think that’s true or did she use the wrong word? (lol)
Eric: Sheesh. I’m not answering that question but when she said it I thought it was funny. She was making a joke that you didn’t get.

Q: I was so nervous about my acrylic art panels for the last few weeks. How do you think they turned out, honestly?
Eric: Ah, I knew they were going to be awesome if the printing company recreated exactly what you sent them. And they didn’t screw up so all is good.

Q: I was thinking the other day about the houses in New Hampshire. Which do you miss more: your old school house or our abode in Manchester?
Eric: Gosh. Neither.

Q: Really?
Eric: Well, I do miss summers at the school house but definitely not at Manchester because we were right in the city and had no yard. And definitely not the winters at either house.

Q: What aggravated you this week?
Eric: Well, I have one and a half. An aggravation and a mild annoyance…

I was aggravated last Saturday for date night when our Live PD show went off-air before it even started due to a power outage in their New York Studio.

My mild annoyance is that you know how you go through your sock drawer and laundry needs to be done and your options are dwindling and you need to decide which ones you are going to wear that day? Well I kept coming up with other people’s socks. So I started pulling out all the socks that are not my own. And then I figured it out. Every time your father visits us, he leaves his socks lying around and some how they get washed and wind up in my sock drawer!