Those darn crickets….

I feel like I’m always apologizing about crickets around here….but crickets are supposed to be good luck, right? Here’s some randomness from the last few weeks.

The boys (well, they’re men…grown men) play games every Monday evening. Formula Dé is a cool French game where I get to show off my stick shift skillz.

For my friend’s bachelor/bachelorette/party but not really get-together, we got to hang out at his millionaire boss’s amazing cabin. The bathroom, however, was aesthetically questionable at best.

I found this while thrifting. $3. Perfect for the man for our fourth wedding anniversary. “A Love Letter.”

The one nice thing about waking up at 5:30am.

Mini Bittner from Taggart’s in Canton, Ohio. Drooooooool….

Poor, poor Pietje. He’s on a restricted diet and on the ‘roids. He has lost five pounds in two weeks so now he only weighs 52 pounds. My skinny little man. We’ll beat these allergies!

My Baby Friend Forever cracks me up every time.

The County Fair.

It’s exactly the same every year, but I think that’s what draws us back.

Apparently there was some drama involved with the Heaviest Pumpkin competition this year and this really was the winner.

A must see.

I didn’t even win Mardi Gras beads this year. Sigh.

The photobooth ate our picture. So, as per usual, I ain’t afraid to hunt down the carnie and make him open it up for me. But we missed out on an Amelie-esque opportunity. When he opened the machine, there were three or four other photos stuck in there from people who had given up waiting. I should have asked if we could keep them. Darn.