Quarter century in Seattle

I'm alive. I've missed you. Like S.O. much.
Ok. So it's only been a few days and it's not like any of you even noticed.

But.

None-the-less.

I have felt my own absence on the inter-web as of late. 

My excuse? Well, Husband and I did a little remodelling these past few days and I've been uber CONSUMED with it. 

Like MAJOR consumed. 

Which taught me a little something about myself.

I l.o.v.e. thinking of change {in this case, change of decor}. Imagining all the possibilities. I l.o.v.e. the hunt of purchasing things {much to Husband's chagrin}. 

But then, when it comes to actually doing it, I'm just dreadful at the waiting game of seeing it done. 

H.A.T.E. that part. 

Our place was a M.E.S.S. 

Every night Husband would go to sleep and be A.OK with the tornado that just went through our home. 

I, however was not. It was A.L.L. I could think about. Literally, I had like mass anxiety at night about the untidiness of our place. I'm pretty sure some psych major out there has just diagnosed me as OCD. 

It's OK. 

I diagnosed myself with it a while back. 

Old news, folks.

These one here is a nut case.

Any who.
To make up for my absence {again, like you even noticed} I'm going to F.I.NA.L.L.Y. picture inundate you with Ad's quarter-century birthday celebratory event in Seattle.
Enjoy, my friends!

Seattle Baby!

 Me. Being all stalkerish.

 Ad being all stalkerish. Me talking to candy lady. She knew an unatural amount about candy.

I wonder. How do you become one such kind of lady?

Um. The next string of photos are added simply for the case of oddity. As I was scanning through our photos I noticed an odd amount of photos of green sweater lady.

Why Ad was stalking say green sweater lady. I'm not too sure.

Perhaps it was the flowers in her hand. 

And it was a reminder for himself.

Get. Bonny. Flowers. Stat!

Yes? 

No?

Well I'd like to think so.

Anyways. 

Here's green sweater lady for you.

Wasn't that just weird?

 East Pike Street. By far the coolest area of Seattle we've discovered. 

I feel majorly more cool now then before.

 Our beverages of choice. 

What could they say about us?

Bonny. boring. normal. uneventful. However, refreshing and remarkably comforting.

Adam. cultured. weathered. old? no. sophisticated? no. exciting? yes. Unique? major yes.  

 I love this man.

 I don't particularly like this shot of me. But Ad does. So, here it is.

 Two of Ad's favorite things. Bargans + Books.

I treated him to both. Such a good wife is me.

Goodnight Seattle.

Until next time.

Now don't you just feel like you came along with us.

We loved having you there.

xoxo