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OMG-He COOKS!

It's lunch time. I am starving. I had to run to Home Depot (get air filters for the A/C-it's getting hot!), then I had to run to the library (I read through all my others-so I checked out 16-yes...sixteen...more).

I arrive back home. He is chillin' on the couch watching the sports channel. Ugh. Hmmm.....I think to myself. I am soooo hungry. I think also to myself, he must have eaten at work. So I heated up some lasagna, sit on the couch next to him, and he gets up. Well! Harrumph to him too! Didn't want to sit by him anyway. (Ah, now I can change the channel) And then this is what I hear coming from the kitchen...bang, slam, rattle-rattle, "Where's the thing?" he asks. I say, "What thing?" "You know....the cheese thing." AAAHH, I get it now. He wants the Salad Shooter, which also grates cheese. "In the cupboard above the bread." Oh, remember, be specific, since he truly doesn't know where things are except-bowls, tupperware, silverware, cups, and those pancake flipper things. "Right side of the cupboard, second shelf up, next to the tupperware." He says, "Got it, thanks!"

More rustling around. Yup, before you know it...."Where's the skillet?" Now, our kitchen is small with limited cupboard room, and I now know what he is going to cook, therefore, without even getting up from my own lunch, I say, "In the cupboard below my medicine.....(remember-specifics)....under the drawer that has the baggies and plastic wrap." He does know that drawer by the way.

Clanging, shuffling, smells...burning? Burning smell???? Just so you know, I am a pro at this smell. Why you ask? Well, because I have lit our stove on fire before. Twice. Lesson learned-don't throw water on your electric stove. Duh right? Nope, not me. Thankfully nothing broke or got electrocuted. Including myself. Oh, also, don't use flour. It is pretty flammable. So is salt. (Insert big mess after first fire). AND, you know you see in movies people flapping a dish towel at their stove fire? Well, it doesn't work. It makes it worse and scorches your towel. So for my public service duty for the day: please have a fire extinguisher or at least baking soda in your kitchen. Moving on.

I go into the kitchen, and I act super surprised. "You're cooking?!?!" "Of course, I'm part Mexican, woman! I can cook a lot of stuff." Note: he is not saying he is a Mexican woman. He is saying he is Mexican and calling me woman. Confusion over? OK. "You never cook for me," I wail. "Because you always do it," he replies quite smugly. Hmmm...think Sarah! "Well, okay, then you can cook me dinner on Sunday then," I hopefully say. "Fine, I will." Huh. That was easy.

"Pan... Pirate... Poppycock!"

Shawn went to England! Which is great for him for two specific reasons: He was born there, and he loves the story of Peter Pan. Sometimes I think he thinks he is Peter Pan. But with his 30th birthday coming up, we both know this isn't true. Still, if he had his way, he would be The Boy Who Never Grew Up. So of course while he was in England, he had to make at stop at Kensington Gardens to see...one of the statues....of Peter Pan!

And while visiting England, a "Beengland" made his acquaintance! The bee survived; Shawn did too!

Of course, Buckingham Palace. This is Queen Elizabeth's house. House, mansion, castle, palace...same thing. At the top, you can see that the flag is risen all the way up. This let's everyone know the Queen is home. For most folks, if your car is home, then you are probably home. For Elizabeth, it's the flag! So this means that people can't take inside tours of the Palace. I wouldn't want people coming to see my magnificent rooms if I were home either. I really wouldn't want them in my house even if I wasn't home...huh. The difference between common-folk like me and her Majesty I suppose.

This is Shawn's brother Shane. Whenever they are together, they are hilarious. I mean, they are pretty funny on their own, but when you put them together, it's a barrel of laughs. If you can't read the street sign, it says "Humps for 1/2 Mile." Boys, boys, boys.


And of course, Big Ben. He is a clock. He is Big. His name is Ben. I don't know why they named a clock or made it so big. Or why it has to be a boy. Couldn't it have been...Big Betty?

There were a ton more pictures they took. However, I have to share this one with you:

They also went to visit Ipswich Stadium (soccer people, not football). Upon entering, there is this sign. Just in case you wanted to catch a game after a hard day's work of: building a house with your TOOLS, playing a round of DARTS after a round of GOLF, while it was raining on your UMBRELLA, and while you carried a FLAGPOLE to beat off pesky mosquito's that attacked you after it rained. Sigh. Silly Englishmen!

So to wrap things up, Shawn brought home some presents. This is not all of them, but my personal favorites!

When Shawn was walking around London, he came across a man painting pictures on canvas. This is the one Shawn picked for me! Absolutely beautiful! It doesn't get more original than that!

As he was leaving Liverpool, he also picked up these two wall decorations. This is the one he bought for me! Aahhh, best man in the world that loves me to pieces!

And the one he got for himself:

*Sigh* Welcome home Humey!