How's that for an unnecessarily large picture of an unopened advent calendar and my unpolished thumb? If you're wondering, that delicious German advent calendar is from our family's favorite German joint, Siegfried's. It disappoints never.
The highlight of my weekend was cleaning my mattress. There's nothing like pulling off your mattress foam and covers washing them up. But do you know what's even better? Taking your mattress and box springs off your bead and vacuuming up all the little dust bunnies that have reproducing like, well...bunnies, under your bed. I could have knit you a sweater with all of the dust and hair that collected just at the head of our bed. Seriously. A while ago I had also pinned something about cleaning your mattress with baking soda and that's actually what started this whole ordeal. By the time we actually got to the baking soda step though, I was tired and not super into it anymore. UNTIL j.rue asked why our mattress smelled like old people. You guys, our mattress actually smelled like old people! So I sprinkled on the baking soda, left it on for an hour or so and then vacuumed it up. Guess what? No more old people smell on our bed! There's also nothing like going to bed on a clean mattress with no dust bunny reproduction taking place. I slept like a baby.
The low-light of my weekend was the much anticipated part I HP marathon/sprint. Saturday evening, j.rue and I packed up the pups and the HP box set and set out for Ogden. We stopped and Smith's on the way for the obligatory treats and I couldn't have been more excited, especially since we had beat the storm that was settling in. We arrived at 6:00 and by 6:02 we realized that we had no way of playing those dumb HP blu-rays, because I had of course forgotten the blu-ray player.
My brother Micah generously offered to drive back to Kaysville with me to get it while j.rue watched some basketball game. We thought, no biggie, back in 35 minutes...
...an hour later we still hadn't gotten to my house. Because of the snow. Plus, we almost died. Note to you fair readers, if you plan on taking highway 89 and it's going to snow. Just don't. The snow picks up 30 times faster than it does on the freeway, even with a million cars driving on it. So we were puttering along at oh, 21 mph, and all of a sudden sparks started to fly, literally. A truck who was too big for his snow britches had over-corrected and slammed into the medium and then proceeded to cut us off as he pulled over to the shoulder. I could have died, literally and figuratively. I got our frozen butts of 89 as fast as I could and then got us lost in some random Layton neighborhoods. We finally made it home without a scratch. I gathered the player while Micah hit the bathroom (Cafe Rio hits him hard), after the fixing of a clogged toilet and the grabbing of toiletries to spend the night we were off! Because I'd be dammed if I drove back home that night. 45 minutes later we were home and enjoying some HP, then I fell asleep about 10 minutes into the 2nd one. How's that for a sprint? More like a dash. At least there was no treacherous driving home. Plus, some delicious left-over snacks for church the next day.
Wow, I need to be better at taking pictures. I'm pretty sure it would make these stupid long posts at least a little more interesting.
Happy 2 weeks before Christmas!!!