I will not freak out

Despite the fact that this was my only glass 9x13 with a lid, and last night was a rough night, and my lunch leftovers this week are gone, I will not freak out. I think Kessa feels bad already. Thank you for sleeping through it, Abby.

[deep breaths]

Porter's Place

Tonight is date night! We decided to try out a new restaurant tonight. There's one on Main Street that has been intriguing me called Porter's Place. It's old fashioned. And it serves BYU ice cream! So that's where we decided to eat. We walk in and my first thought was that we were in a western saloon. Except the waitresses were modestly dressed. But it's all wood. There's what looks like a bar up front. And there's saloon music playing! (As I type this, I realized the song was The Ants Go Marching. But the instrumentation sounds like saloon music, I promise! BJ agrees.)

Then we got our menu. I cracked up laughing. It's all named things like Apostle's Choice and Destroying Angel. It took us twice as long to order because we had to read the description of everything.

It even tastes really good! It's comparable to, say, Big Juds. But with more options.

Homeward bound

We're on our way back from Idaho. We're watching, "da wat cooking woowee". (Ratatouille) I'll bet we get home before he gets to Paris.

It was a great weekend. Welcome home, Mom and Dad!

Just playing

I got a blogger app on my phone, so I'm playing to see how it works. Here's a little bit of what we've been up to.

Abby is smiling and moving arms and legs like crazy when happy. Kessa got new owl decor in her bathroom. And Kessa and I had a picnic in the garage.

And apparently I can't place pictures in my text. So... We'll see how this turns out.