Last September the Hubster’s family moved waaaaay across the country to the teeny tiny island known as “God’s Country”. If you know me you know that I don’t just like Anne of Green Gables, I LOVE it. Anne was imagined, written and, in part, filmed in Prince Edward Island and I have dreamed of visiting Anne’s homeland since I first read the books as little girl. So, though we miss his family terribly, I was so excited to finally be able to go out and visit the East Coast! We booked our flights a few months in advance to give ourselves lots of time to plan and get the time…

…no, but he could SMELL like this! I found a new Old Spice commercial today and ladies, it is almost better that the first. SWAN DIVE. I love this man. (Not like I love the Hubster, but you know. haha)

This week I learned something very important: I love vacations! The Hubster and I are enjoying some time off, and as soon as I decide I’m off my vacation I promise to write and tell you allll about my lovely 25th birthday (Sunday), but as I’m still in my birthday week until Saturday I can’t just yet. Ha. I love birthday weeks. The Hubster and his mom are spoiling me rotten. I’ve already had Cows ice cream TWICE this week. Should we round it out to a nice even three? (I think yes. Wowwy Cowwy and Moo York Cheesecake ice cream has changed my life.) In the meantime, I thought…

So. In my ravings about being sick I casually mentioned that I’ve learned that supply teaching isn’t always sunshine and roses. My lovelies, it’s time to tell you a story… As you know, I spent nearly a week rocking a sexy man-voice and death cough. The combination of the two left me with a raspy whisper of a voice that rendered me incapable of speaking loudly or raising my voice at all as the strain would send me into a violent round of barking (aka: the death cough). By the end of the weekend I already had two days of teaching booked, and I was a little apprehensive about it.…

Confession: I love commercials. Really, I do. I generally find them hilarious and sometimes more entertaining than whatever it is I’m watching. Now I should probably tell you that the last time I actually had cable TV was when I was 17, so I haven’t had to deal with them on a regular basis like most people. And so, much to the Hubster’s chagrin, I love commercials. (and movie previews, for that matter. He’d be happy never to see either one.) Now then. Every once in a while I see one that is just pure gold–one that makes me laugh until I cry in less than 30 seconds. It just…