- Derek and I went to a wedding Saturday afternoon. The ceremony was in a lovely Lutheran church that filled me with all kinds of childhood nostalgia but that also wasn't air conditioned. Now, it's been a remarkably mild summer up here, but this past week we finally turned on our own air conditioning because temps have been in the 90's and it's crazy humid. The wedding programs were fashioned into fans (something we did at our wedding, because we got married in Oklahoma in July, which is a great thing to do if you want your fancy wedding finery to be crispy with salt and dried sweat forever and ever amen), which I appreciated, but more than anything I felt so bad for the bride and groom. It was (praise Jesus) a short service, but watching him in that dark tuxedo and her in that heavy, multi-layered (and quite beautiful) dress with full hair and make-up done, of course, I kept waiting for one of them to pass out, especially during the one song that was performed toward the end of the service. The pastor obviously had thoughts aligning with my own, as he grabbed two program-fans and fanned the soon-to-be-newlyweds while we all listened to two girls sing a duet about love or faithfulness or something. At a wedding! Imagine that.
- I spent Saturday evening watching Doctor Who and binge eating Oreos. I told this to an extroverted friend the next day. She looked at me in sympathy while I tried to explain that, "No, that really is a pretty ideal Saturday night for me." Five minutes of insisting later and she still didn't believe I wouldn't rather have been at the big social gathering she attended. *shudder*
- The boys make up new names for themselves on a daily basis, but Caedmon's has been pretty consistent over the past few weeks. There have been a number of times that we've been out somewhere, he's engaged a stranger in conversation (that kid is so outgoing I would question whether or not we're related if I hadn't, you know, kind of been there for his birth), and at some point or another they've asked, "So what's your name?" And every time his answer has been, "Batman." He then looks at them with confusion mingled with disapproval when they laugh. I think maybe it's the laughter that prompts his monologue about how "I can kill this many *holds up ten fingers* bad guys with my Batman powers" and other specific points that I'm pretty sure to his mind proves that he is, in fact, Batman.
- I recently discovered a meme that has probably been around for a long time but is completely new to me. It's called the Socially Awkward Penguin, and I identify with it so strongly it's disturbing. What's further disturbing is that I showed it to Derek and he went so far as to say that I am the Socially Awkward Penguin. No idea what I'm talking about? Here are a few examples:
Me, me, me, me, me, me. Super.