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I have been sadly lacking in the documentation area since Cricket got here, for which I apologize. It has been lovely having a sister again for the last week, to keep me company, and take out the trash, and things of that sort. We picked her up at DFW last Friday and then got very lost. Cricket and I were so busy chattering we didn't notice Jesse had been driving around in circles for an hour. Thankfully, we had stopped at Costco to do our shopping before we picked her up, so we didn't have many more stops to make.
While at Costco, as a side note, we only had half an hour before Cricket's plane landed, so Jesse and I split up in order to make better time. I heard him call me from down an aisle as I was booking it to the frozen chicken breasts, and, well, you know those Costco floors...my cart was pretty full by that time, so when I tried to stop, it kept going (object in motion acted upon by an insufficient force), and I got dragged behind it a few feet. Not embarrassing at all. A quick addition to the side note: we made it out of Costco in less than 30 minutes for less than $300. That must be a new record or something!
So anyway. We got Cricket, she didn't get lost anywhere in the massive Texas airports, and eventually we made it home to the shining city of Breckenridge.

For our anniversary that weekend, I had convinced (or coerced) Jesse to actually put on a nice shirt (he said it was a fat old man shirt) and take us out to dinner. His friends suggested the beehive, in Albany, run by these old Iranian brothers that are allegedly the best storytellers in Texas. Well let me just say one thing: small Texas towns do not have restaurants that are frequented by people in heels and pearls, escorted by handsome men in slacks. We were rather overdressed. But I don't really care. I like to get dressed up and go out on occasion, and it doesn't really matter whether we're the only people in the joint not wearing flannel and cowboy boots. The food was good, there were little roses on the tables, and the Iranian guy was quite nice and amusing. He even showed Cricket a magic trick; he drank wine out of a wine bottle without opening it. Very impressive, let me tell you. You'll have to ask her to show you sometime. Sometime in about 3 years, anyway.
They say the first year is the hardest...Jesse says if that's the case, we're set. Am I the only person that cherished a fantasy that at the one-year mark ever problem magically melts away? Well, if you count bed bugs as a problem, let me tell ya, first anniversary magic doesn't work on them. I honestly didn't realize that bed bugs were a legitimate thing. Like, I always assumed "don't let the bed bugs bite" referred to generic bugs that happen to be on your bed. It doesn't. Bed bugs are tiny, flat, nasty, black, blood sucking, ridiculously hearty, parasitic bugs that climb into your mattress and your carpet and your box spring and your clothes and your books, and reproduce and suck your blood and leave nasty little bite marks all over your body. We thought I was having an allergic reaction to something like pineapple or the carpet or something. Nope, it's bed bugs. Soooooo nasty. I really hope we get them dealt with and don't send then home with Cricket. We got the apartment sprayed a few days ago, and they have to come back again in two weeks. I haven't seen any, but I do still have a few bites....yick. Bed bugs are seriously nasty.

Anyhooooden. Cricket has been introduced to Party Planet and all its wonders., and is working with me this weekend. It's just the two of us, and it's been quite nice, if I do say so. I don't have to worry about the person I'm working with showing up late, or playing nasty music, or anything unpleasant like that.
Next weekend, however, we are planning on finally taking that trip to the beach! I can't wait. It will be lovely, and it will also be my last chance to take advantage of Jesse's 3-day weekend. I have three days of workshops starting Monday, and then all my I service begins the next Monday and from then on I am booked solid. I even put up a real calendar on the wall so that when Jesse doesn't see me for days at a time, he will know where I am. I do feel bad about leaving Cricket at home by herself all the time, but I suppose she will survive...she'll just get really good at forza so she can really kick my butt next time.

In short, our days are fairly uneventful.  The most exciting thing was getting my resistance bands and foam rollers in the mail, and getting attacked by Jesse and having our phones confiscated for trying to take pictures of him with elastic bands on his head.  I regret to inform you that he won.  It was quite the sight, I assure you.
There is currently a waterfall being dumped on my head because I am on my phone and not making dinner, so I bid you adieu.  I hope your hair is drier than mine.