1 (one) is the loneliest number. tear.

PW weekend? Started out grand. totally. This morning I baked, yes, Susie Homemaker am I, PW's French Pastry Puffs. Nevermind that they turned out more muffiny than puffy, after a quick switcharoo due to the lack of shortening in my pantry and the presence of applesauce. Nevermind that, they tasted De-Lish.

We ran into town for errands - a quick stop at the grocery store for necessities, a quick browse at the Stove and Saw Store (for woodstoves in the new house!!!), before rushing home for lunch. And when I opened the door? Banks sulked, pouting with his nose on the ground while Rocky hid quickly under the table. Why?

What the??? seriously. SerIouSly. When we left, 10 puffs-turned-muffins stood tall and proud and sugary and gooey and lovely.

And then there was 1.

And poop in my hallway. really. POOP. They ate my puffs-turned-muffins. and turned them into poop. IN MY HALLWAY.

But I'm Over It.

So, the big plans for this evening included dinner with our neighbors. Very fun. It's a total God thing - they moved here from TN, a cool and hip christian couple like us, 2 beautiful daughters our children's age, and 2 dogs. So, we're bundling up for the subzero walk home, and Adalynn decides she needs to protect her baby from the elements too. (again. earlier today, in d&w shopping for groceries, adalynn decides her baby needs, now, to be stuffed down her coat. like mommy does, but was not doing at the time. and as adalynn is walking, baby falling forward but her legs still pinned in the coat, adalynn began to use her back as a table for her falling crumbs. not okay, people, not okay. but, admittedly, very funny.)

So we arrive at home and I determine this moment a Kodak moment, STAT. During the photo op Keely evidently recognized her long-lost twin. And she's all, "Hey, man, where ya been? One day I'm propped up next to you in bed, evewyone's sayin' we're wook awike - wewated - like, twins! and then ya weave wif not even a g'bye? And now? Not even a hewwo?"

"Sewiously. My feewing is hurt. I can't even look at ya." Keely, do not take this personally. In some, wierd, wierd way, we may even consider this a compliment.