February Chacos

I've been spending the last few days dreading the cold spell that I know will return soon. This week has been pretty--too pretty--so we surely deserve a blizzard or something in return for all this blessed sunshine. The Weather Channel says that it's going to be in the 50's and 60's all next week, but I am convinced that it is LYING because that is too good to be true. 

My feet are so happy they could cry.

Two orders of business: first, Andreas Open. 

Hours spent brainstorming for the right theme: countless. 

Theme: Love is a Battlefield.  

Days spent decorating: four. (3 1/2 days longer than most of the other halls)

Place we won: NONE?!?! 

Judging: rigged. Definitely rigged. 

The fury of The Fritz will not be satisfied until there is retaliation (but we calmed down a little bit by a half-price chocolate run after our sore loss).

And that's not even the half of it.

Second order of business: this weekend. FANTASTIC. I took Kait and Alyssa home for a good ol' time in Tennessee. Friday night was spent in-house enjoying brownies and Lloyd Dobbler in Say Anything. And pokemon cards...... *giggle*

On Saturday, we went to the Tin Roof, where Alyssa enjoyed a sandwich and a coke that made her want to melt into the ground. 

From there we took a quick jaunt over to the Apple Barn, which is elderly-crafty-woman-heaven. Then we thought about taking the trolley up to Gatlinburg. 

Unfortunately, the trolley took far too long to show up, and after we drove to Gatlinburg ourselves, we found that it was far too overpopulated. So we took a trip to the real attraction of East Tennessee: The Great Smoky Mountains National Park. 

It's a good thing we took chacos.

Mountains?!? For real??

Fantastic.

Epic Kait. 

It was a truly extraordinary, if not a little bit chilly, time. That night, we had oatmeal chocolate chip cookies and watched Sixteen Candles. Oh, the eighties and all their glory. 

Today we decided to go to Sonic on our way out to try the new red velvet cake sonic blast. Sounds delicious, right? Wrong. It looked like vanilla ice cream and blood. Never again. 

........Amazing. It's night time, the window is  open, and the air feels perfect. It's February, folks. This is too good to be true.