How d'ya like them apples? We have since rearranged and our living room doesn't look like this anymore, but I am too lazy to take a new picture.
God bless that's a pretty looking couch. Don't deny it. Later, the woman who sold us the couch from Crate and Barrel called to make sure we were happy with our purchase and that it had arrived in a timely manner. Can you believe that? Customer service at its finest. Take notes, Macy's.
That is about all that is noteworthy in my life at the moment. Our Fourth was pretty uneventful, although we did go floating on the Fox River that Sunday. Then we "watched" fireworks at the lake on Monday (I use the term loosely because we couldn't really see many from where we were). Oh, and we went to the Evanston parade. I thought it would be a bigger deal seeing how everyone from the county showed up, but it wasn't.
Still better than China's parade from 2009:
Admittedly, this wasn't actually on the 4th of July, but somewhere near then. They started marching like this at least once a day, every day, after the Urumqi riots. Ahh, China. How I miss you.
Last week I helped throw a baby shower for Angela, head roadwife of UOP, for her second child. I hope she had a good time, even though I kept winning at the "Don't Say 'Baby'" game.
Angela, her gifts, and Aunt Bit's "shower umbrella". She is 8.5 months pregnant, by the way - not that you can tell.
Oh yes, and Monday morning we had a storm, again, and lost our power, again. It's starting to feel a little like Dumai, Indonesia, where we had rolling blackouts daily. Luckily, we had it back by that afternoon, unlike most of the rest of the 700,000 homes who were reportedly without on Monday. The stop lights were out as well, which caused Matt to have to work from home on Tuesday. Boy, did he hate that. The lights are still out today, but he went in anyway, because he couldn't stand to be away from the office for one more minute.
Anyway, thus ends the Saga of the Couch. Fear not, old friends, for next week I will probably have some new drama to tell you about. My prediction is a "Saga of the Car", or "Saga of the Ceiling Fan". This living in America and owning stuff ain't for sissies.