Kev: babe? can you go get me something to wash up with? I’m going to go to the faucet outside to wash up.
ESC: I can grab you that crap* you bought a while back…
Kev: Oh NICE, “that shit I bought” huh?
ESC: I said THAT CRAP, not THAT SHIT. JESUS, WHY DO YOU EXAGGERATE EVERYTHING I SAY???
Kev: BECAUSE YOU DO IT ALL THE TIME TO ME!
ESC: NOOOO IIIII DOOOOON’T!!!!
we have this kind of conversation a lot…
*fake lavasoap, of some kind
Kev’s been working on his truck all weekend. He comes back in sweaty, dirty and greasy.
uhhhhhh…yum!!!
we were supposed to go to the gym today when I got back from Knitch. Somehow…that just never happened. Such a shame…at least we got our own workout 
In other news, I made TRAGIC CHERRY WOECAKES for my knitting group. Otherwise known as chocolate cupcakes with a bit of cherry preserves in them, topped with a chocolate glaze. Silly me forgot my camera, but they were a big hit.
I DID get a picture of dinner tonight, though.
Shrimp and veggie pasta salad. YUM. Don’t you wish you lived here?
Shrimp gives me gas something fierce. Still, there is something to be said about working on a truck.
Except for the part with the dirty boy and the hot weather, yes I do wish I lived there.
Alas. I will have to settle for visiting. I miss you.
I wish you’d make me a damn woecake is what I wish. If I come down for your birthday, will you make a gigantic woecake? I would help. In my limited kitchen skills kinda way.
I would make you and Aimee both all the woe cake you could eat!
I would help too by restraining Julz and keeping her out of your way in the kitchen. (She’s easy. I can just show her yarn and she’ll forget about everything else.)
JULIE–Let’s Plan A Trip To Hotlanta Together When It’s NOT SO HOT!
Aimee~I wish you would stop telling people I’m easy. Only Rick is supposed to know that.
Yummy!!! Looks great!
Oh that pasta looks yummy!
and too funny that Kev came all the way inside dirty to ask you for something to wash up with outside
Oh Joolie–everyone already knows you’re easy! But yes, I will stop mentioning it in public if you really want me to.
Oops. Except right there, in the first sentence where it says again that you’re easy. Oh damn, there I go again. I guess I should stop myself now, hey?