hiatus. tayl returns!

it's sad that my life is so that when I don't blog for 6 days it feels like I haven't blogged in 12 years. But, I mean, blogging is really one of my main duties as a wife and I should at least be blogging on Wednesdays and I totally skipped. Sorry to all my dedicated readers of Wifed Up Wednesday (aka just Jen.)

Monday felt like Monday, Then Tuesday felt like Saturday and a little bit of Sunday. So Wednesday felt like Monday and everything was out of control. In a good way.

The real Monday (not Wednesday) is when Taylor came home, finally.

His flight wasn't due to arrive until 3:55 PM so I went about my day as normal as the strong independent woman I had developed into over the past 3 weeks. In the afternoon, I was doing my make-up I got a call from Taylor at about 3:50 PM saying that he had landed, collected his luggage, and was waiting for me. I felt bad that I wasn't there waiting for him, but I forgot that Savannah airport is not like Atlanta.
So I hauled my butt out the door to get my man.

When we got home Taylor and Lux had their reunion and it was like I stopped existing to them.

Lux missed her daddy, and his leg:

The day went on and we relaxed and did normal married people stuffs. I did Taylor's laundry. (The first non-asian to do his laundry in weeks.) Then we went to the Hunger Games (again for me).

Random note, homecoming day also happened to be wildlife day in casa de Taykyns. 

That morning April came over to play tennis with me and she brought the mail in with her and informed me that this was in our mailbox:

 It was dead, obviously, but so pretty. I hope that in spite of the fact that it was dead, it was still a good omen.

Then while helping Tay unpack I went to hang up his coat in the coat closet and I saw this next to the frame of the front door:

And I was like, what the hef is that?

Oh no big deal, it's just a tree frog, in my house.

Don't worry, I set it free. I'm just glad it didn't suffer the same fate as it's forefather. (see:  the massacre of 11/11/11)

Anyway, the next day (Tuesday, which felt like Saturday) I woke up and I couldn't believe that my husband was home. It was weird to roll over and see not just a pile of laundry and a fluffy bed hogging doggy, but a MAN IN MY BED.

Someday I'll show you pictures that he took in China.

the massacre of 11-11-11

I've debated sharing this. But I decided, it was kind of funny, although REALLY gross. And PETA really irritated me with this little STUNT they pulled. And I was like, you know what PETA? Go stuff yourselves.

Anyway.

So the other day, while we were moving the couch into the house I noticed that there was something inside the door that wasn't there before. Upon looking closer, I realized that it was a frog/toad that must have been smashed when Taylor was on his way to work that morning.

It must of hopped in as the door was open but was not quick enough to get out of the way and was CRUSHED as the door slammed shut. Was it planned? Was it suicide? Accident? Who's to say?

At any rate, as much as I don't really care that much about toads (except the baby ones I found last spring in South Carolina), it was still kinda sad. I mean not as sad as the time I saw a baby bunny with it's legs ran over dying in the road in England (yep, I cried. And Tay wouldn't let me save it.)

THEN, I realized,  Friday was 11-11-11! what a bad omen.

OR maybe this amphibian's 11-11-11 wish was to be smashed in the door of the house of two really ridiculously good looking people in love.

WISH GRANTED!!

Now how to get Taylor to clean it off...... yuck.