Do you hear that???

ME NEITHER!

Our house is relatively back to normal after having a very, very lonnnnnng week. You know, plumbing mishap, washing machine mishap, drunk college friend mishap ... it was time to get everything back to quiet again.

Our last hurrah was the excursion to the Great American Beer Festival last night. We showed up to get our tickets at Will Call, and the line to just get IN wrapped around the covention center at least half-way around the building. And the line was at the very least twenty people wide. Insanity. Tried a lot of different beers (blueberry, even!) - but they were running out and most tables were left with stouts only. More imporantly, saw a bunch of drunk college kids dropping their glasses and the boys grabbing girl's asses. Eh. We left after about an hour and half and went to a Mexican place on Broadway. Nice.

Anyway, a shot of me and the ELUSIVE HDHusband at the BoozeFest:



This morning, HDHusband took DrunkCollegeFriend to the airport and HDToddler and I stayed back to decompress a bit. HDHusband tried to get out of going to a friend's 2-year-old birthday party at noon today ("It's a chick conspiracy! No one schedules a party during football season!!"), but I reminded him about how PUT-OUT his wife had been this week:

1. waiting for plumber for TWO DAYS
2. waiting for repairman for washing machine for ONE DAY
3. entertaining HIS COLLEGE BEST FRIEND for SIX DAYS
4. cleaning up after THREE BOYS for SIX DAYS
5. not being able to go braless for SIX DAYS in my own home
6. driving all over creation for SIX DAYS
BONUS: missing TWO pedicure appt's.. So not cool.

I could go on and on.

Point being, HDHusband felt guilty, bucked up and went to the toddler birthday party. Of course, our son had the major meltdown and we left right after cake.

It's quiet NOW in the house. HDH is at the health club. HDT is asleep.

And I have no bra on!!

Suh-weet!

EDIT: I did burn my hand making blueberry pancakes this morning. Second-degree burn, too. Lovely.