among other things

so wes has to go to mccall, idaho for work very soon. he is required to wear a sport jacket, dress shirt, tie & dress pants. when he discovered this he threw a mini hissy fit. as in why else did i become an engineer except for the fact that i will most likely get to wear jeans & t shirts to work?! so get this folks, he is borrowing a sport jacket, shirt, & tie from my *dad*! i have to say, my dad is a fairly spiffy dresser; the type of history teacher who wears ties & dress shirts to work even on jean-friday. but wes trying these jackets on & getting fashion advice from my parents & wes' attitude about the whole thing, it's just too much humor for me to handle.

but then the whole situation went OVER THE EDGE (off the hook?) when we paired the jacket/shirt/tie with a pair of his dress pants (from maybe high school? let's just say long enough for the style to go out of vogue, then go back in vogue) & they're actually very nice pants (b/c he *never* wears them). so he buttoned the pants & i was like why are they pulled up so high, dear, hello flood... & he had this look of internal combustion going on & then let his breath & belly out & nearly popped the buttons off. (they were pulled up so high b/c that's the only place he could get the buttons to button). then *POOF* went the pleats, making him look oddly pregnant & i could not contain myself, i simply threw my head into a pillow & laughed hysterically as he quickly took them off & was all i don't know why they don't fit...

so we now are going shopping after amelia wakes up from her nap (even though i suggested we go last night with only one kid to two around). wish us luck. i may just send wes with the girls to the play area at either mall & then buy about 10 pair & have him try them on at home, returning the ones that didn't work out. it is *painful* taking wes shopping. he's like a junior high boy with that look of torture in the dressing room. but i know if he goes alone he will come home with the *cheapest* article of clothing that may or may not resemble what he went looking to buy. you know, he needs dress pants to match this sport jacket w/ shirt/tie & comes home with a new pair of tennis shoes. but hey, they were cheap & sturdy!

until we leave for the mall adeline & wes are defying all clothing & fashion ideals. both are walking around in a shirt found on the floor, both in their underwear. geeee, wonder where adeline gets the no pants thing from?
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in case you missed this: wes is going to *MCCALL IDAHO WITHOUT ME*. with the original dates given to him, i was actually going to go with him. now that's not possible once they changed the dates. i'm so bummed about it... i mean, i could've gone to see all my boise friends & then walked around mccall & slept in! ah well. i do have someone staying with me while he's gone. a child buffer.
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so what all these things mean is that i'm going to miss my hubby *muy mucho*. really, who's going to make my coffee in the morning?! who's going to tell me i look beautiful still in my pj's at 5 p.m. w/ unruly hair? who's going to look at me after the kids are in bed & plead 'ice cream' with his eyes? yea, i know, he'll only be gone a few days. i think. there is a slight worry in my mind that is flashing *RED* *RED* *RED* your idaho loving husband is leaving to go there by himself after such a stressful summer...will he return?!

my only request is that if he doesn't return (meaning he's left his family for the idaho mountains) i will contract with a few lady friends in boise to hunt him down & bring him back as a human pretzel. really, do i think wes will abandon us? NO! it's just something to tease him about. plus he wouldn't have me there to remind him to stay on the trail for the love of everything civilized & non-dead. or to remind him the last time we went off trail we walked by a coiled rattlesnake & then i ran off screaming obscenities, passed out, hit my head on a rock in the water (btw: this IS how i think the tumor started. it all began with a snake run in. the time frame matches, roughly 5 years ago). then the time before that when we went off trail, griswold rolled down the side of a mountain about 30 feet & wes & a friend had to climb down through briers & rocks to *carry* griswold back up.

anyway, idaho, treat him well, even though we left you.
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adeline is just now dancing around the den, sans pants, with a music baby toy. the dancing consists of circles & her tongue sticking out. ???