spongey

max has a hamster named spongey.

he likes long walks on my computer keyboard and eating various seeds out of our hands...making me and max squeal with joy when his little fingers touch ours. 

he may or may not have some embarrassing medical issues, and from time to time he tries to leave his cage in his tiny dust.
he's an adventurer, that guy.
and max is convinced that spongey has a back story...a wife and several children waiting for him in the syrian desert that he's desperate to get home to.

the first time spongey escaped i found him in the middle of the night standing at our bedroom doorway. he somehow made it down a high bookshelf, a flight of stairs, through the kitchen and into the hallway. all just to sit there and watch us sleep. 

he's creepy like that.

tonight we discovered an empty cage and no trace of him...no goodbye note...just a popped air vent and the open road.  

he was a goner.

we have 4 levels to this house and not a one that isn't a hamster death trap.

i cried.
max forgot within 2 minutes.

and after turning the house upside down, we gave up the search.
life keeps moving...spongey has a family to get to.

but then matt noticed something sidle up to him on the basement stairs.
spongey is alive and creepy as ever!...traveling down 3 flights of stairs to watch matt from the shadows of the basement!

we cheered and celebrated and felt pretty lucky that he was still alive.

but the moral of this story is this: i think there may be something wrong with me for crying over a missing hamster.

hoping everyone had a lovely weekend.
<3

cheese z top

max and i invited my sister angie and her little ones out for pizza, panic and anxiety, and terrifying animatronics this weekend at chuck e cheese.

just to set the scene, a prison escapee was found hiding in the bathrooms there last week..and the last time i had been was years ago when a baby's diaper exploded leaving trace bits embedded in the carpet and on everyone's shoes and socks; a situation we now affectionately refer to around here as "the poop sock incident".

 but you never would have known we had such a shakey past! we took back to the place like ducks to water, or like little ones to tokens and skee ball.

time heals all wounds. 

 we laughed, we cried (literally), my nephew ethan had kidnaping concerns...rightly so i guess. 

but spending time with my beautiful sister and my fellow gingers was worth the risk...

 if only for this accidental picture of angie and me. 

sssiiissstteeerrrssss!

or maybe that cheese z top poster below...

don't make me choose.

in the end, we made it out relatively unscathed...with clean socks and cotton candy and stories the kids could write home about...

our spot

matt and i have a spot. 

we call it our own and get a little territorial when other people are using it...despite it being in a public park. clearly it belongs us. we've talked about using intimidation tactics to get people to leave...like standing uncomfortably close behind them.

we go to this spot to touch shoulders and sit in silence together, talk about random things, admire the mallards (matt loves mallards) or eat dessert. this past week we went and the river had dried up and there were no mallards but i brought along a wooden flute to serenade matt with my version of "big pimp'in"...which ended up sounding oddly ethereal or fairy like. just like jay-z had intended. (hot tip ladies: woo your men with ethereal fairy versions of vulgar rap songs)

come to think of it though, i could use said flute as another intimidation tactic...i can play mambo #5 on that thing...

p.s. how much does the above picture look like i'm kissing on a sasquatch dressed for everyday?

just the way i like him...