Dallin is downstairs, working.
I am upstairs, blogging.
The distance is just too great.
So you get pictures of each of us, in turn.
Here is Dallin. He is a baker:
And here I am. I am also a baker. But I have an oven. And what is baking in my lovely oven?
Ha ha! Get it?
We ooze of cleverness.
I know, these pictures suck. Maybe I'll put Dallin's pictures on here later. But if you know me, you're probably not betting on it.
A series of unfortunate e-mails that I received on Friday night led me to something of a nervous breakdown this weekend. I had a freak out party in my head about baby and money and who knows what else, but it seemed like the world was going to come crashing down.
It didn't. Don't worry.
However, ASU football suffered a(nother) devastating loss, this time against the Cal Golden Bears. We really should have won...we were very close to winning...so that was sad.
I am also fairly to moderately positive that I did not consume any food the entire day that had any sort of nutritional value to it. Yes, I think that's about accurate.
We did get to go to a fun party that night, at which we got to show off our costumes and play a few games, one of which was the donut-on-a-string eating contest (pictured above). Dallin and I did not compete against each other, but we did claim victory in our respective meets. Maybe we should have gone head-to-head...between you and me, I could have taken him.
We finished off the evening with a showing of Pirates of the Caribbean (the first one, duh), which led to a late bedtime.
And then there was (very) early church. We all know how I feel about that.
After (very) early church, I slept off my nervous breakdown a lil bit while Dallin proved that he IS in fact the most incredible person on the planet. He did this by basically cleaning the entire house, including doing some much needed organization in the baby's room.
I heart him.
Also, Happy November! It is very difficult for me to wrap my head around the fact that our baby will be here this month. My due date is in less than two weeks. Less than two weeks, people! Do you know how much time that is not? A lot.
I may or may not be incredibly, irrationally excited about this. I'll let you know which.
So how is everyone?