So THAT'S What It Means...

Had another great wedding weekend in Texas. And wouldn't you know it, the pictures are at home and I am at work. Before I turn 27 I will have a post dedicated to the two weddings.

Speaking of, my birthday is May 12. Oh how I love birthdays. Ok then, moving on...

Last night I decided I would give our jacuzzi tub another go. We have lived in our home for well over a year and it has been used once. That's ridiculous! I chose some great bubble bath, opened a Diet Dr. Pepper, grabbed a good book, and hopped in. There must have been some sort of time warp because the next thing I know I'm a 3-year-old, squealing and splashing in the tub. Michael walked in to ask if I'd like a glass of wine and I'm sitting in the middle of the tub with a goofy grin on my face, proudly pointing to this giant bubble creature I've created. We'll name him Sam.

Approximately 6 minutes later I'm having massive hot flashes and wanting nothing more than to be as far away from the tub and its scalding water as possible. And so ends my quiet, soothing evening in the tub.

Easter is this Sunday. Besides the obvious reason why I love Easter (I'll give you a hint: JESUS!), I am excited for several reasons. Allow me...

1. FAST FOOOOOOOOOD. It has been so, so long since I've had the privilege of stuffing my face with a cheesy gordita crunch. Just typing that made my stomach growl.

2. My parents are spending the weekend with us. It's been awhile since I've seen them both and I'm really excited. My mom was up about a month ago for an extremely short trip but I can't remember the last time I saw my dad. And I miss him.

3. Wearing white is officially ok in everyone's rule book. Between you and me, I have been wearing white pants for the past three months. They're selling them at the stores so I assume it's ok, but every time I wear my white pants I feel like I need to wear a sandwich board that proclaims (in a neat font), "I realize it is not quite Easter, but I am not a fashion faux pas." I think I would have faux pas in a swirly font since it is French and the French deserve better than Times New Roman. Ironically, I believe wearing a sandwich board would also be considered a fashion faux pas so I'll have to do without.

I will end with (what I consider) a funny story. As we were driving to New Braunfels Michael's mom asked, "Do either of you know what a 'jones" is?" Michael and I both displayed matching dull looks as we told her we had no idea. She gave a dramatic pause and then... paused even longer. After about 15 seconds she said, "Well a young girl was looking through birthday cards at the store and one of the cards said something about a 'jones.' She asked me what it was--I didn't know and then your dad told the girl she didn't need to be giving a card to someone if it said something like that." So Michael and I are now on the edge of our seats. What is a jones? More silence. Then his dad (in a booming voice I might add) yelled, "A jones is an erection!! (!!!)"

Oh. My gosh.

Cue time warp back to me being a 3-year-old girl. I couldn't stop laughing. Tears, people. There were tears. I was absolutely mortified that my father-in-law just yelled the "E word" yet it might have been the funniest thing I've ever heard him say. The next time you see Michael, ask him to do an impression. It is SPOT ON.

So there you have it. Guess it gives new meaning to "Keeping up with the Jones."