So for all of you who cried yourself to sleep because I let you down, fear not - here are all the pictures/videos from the Milne memory card that don't particularly deserve a post of their own - Version 1. I guess the concert pictures could have maybe managed their own post, but meh - who doesn't like killing 13 birds with 1 stone? I'll number all the pictures, for your commenting convenience. *Cough* Enjoy.
Speaking of birds, remember that one time I showed you the pigeons that had shacked up on our balcony. Turns out they left us a present. Nay, two presents. Oh, and that big stick totally wasn't there before - them pigeons are mighty strong sons of guns. Or as Shawn so lovingly refers to them, "rats of the sky."
I promise my husband isn't disabled... usually.
This is from when we went on our cruise. Totally random picture on a totally different memory card than all the others. It almost looks like an awkward maternity picture... almost, as in I doubt I'll be growing a fetus in my hip.
One time we went to a Secondhand Serenade concert hours after returning home from Shawn's half marathon in Bryce Canyon. He was the one who wanted to go in the first place. So he very sweetly asked me on a date - and then proceeded to sleep through the entire thing.
And then, naturally, I complained about it to my camera. Because that's what I do.
Shawn and I have this friend named Darin. Darin is an attractive single dude. Because of this, Darin dates attractive single super models. Meet Barbie, Darin's blind date. (Okay, I think her name was really Molly, but that's beside the point.) They came to aforementioned concert with us. She seemed cool, but I secretly hated every perfectly proportioned ounce of her. I told him he is allowed to marry someone that is just a little bit better looking than me. I would rather not be the ugly wife by a colossal margin. Sorry, Barbie - you're just too pulchritudinous (Thank you Thesaurus.) Maybe next time.
If you know anything about Utah, you know that BYU fans and University of Utah fans are... well, divided. Shawn is a die hard BYU fan. Me? Not so much. I come from a long line of U fans. Anyways - one day I came home to find this flag hanging on our wall. Nice try, husband. But I'd sooner hang a dead moose carcass on our wall than don the BYU flag. Needless to say it didn't last very long.
I was feeling extra domestic one morning and decided to make German Pancakes. I have no idea if it was supposed to get that out of control - but it tasted good. Booyah suckas, I can cook.
Sometimes I'm awesome and shoot my husband with Nerf guns while he cleans. (My wife points are exponentially increasing.) Sometimes I'm so talented that I make it from here.
(Let's pretend like the toilet is clean, mmmmk?)
(Let's also pretend that I didn't just have a client walk up right as I posted the picture of the toilet, and ask me if I was a blogger. Way to be professional, Chels.)
Nerf guns and all, Shaw still loves me enough to make me (huge) awesome meals. Woot. (I am really not a fan of the word 'woot', but I just couldn't think of a better word. Where did woot even come from? Ahem, I digress.)
Everybody throw your butt in the air, wave it around like you just don't caaaaare. I have no idea what was happening with these chicks. But it was too amusing to not take a picture. So, if one of these bums belongs to you... sorry. I couldn't help it. Oh, and what the hell were you doing?
Don't even get me started on this chick's bad hair extensions. This picture (compliments of Shawn) doesn't even do it justice - even when it's extra large. Her and her little bee bop bestie, Paris Hilton kept me entertained at the concert while my date was sleeping.
Oh, and for you Secondhand Serenade fans... here you go. I'm thinking he was sick or something, because he couldn't hit his high notes to save his life. Oh, and Kevin Federline called, he wants his tank top back.
And thus concludes the fun that is Chelsea and Shawn's camera.