The Nutcracker's done

The girls were in The Nutcracker this week and it went relatively well. It was less disruptive for me this year than it has been other years, but it's still hectic for us. One of the things I enjoyed this year is that I got Chelsea flowers for her performance and I felt like a big shot calling up Campus Floral (at BYU) and telling them what kind of flowers I wanted. The guy on the other end of the phone asked how much I wanted to spend and suggested $15, and I said "No, make it more like 25." Yeah, big spender, but it was nice to be able to spend more than the typical college kid. Chelsea says our house looks (and smells) like a flower shop exploded in here.

We've spent the day together and one of the things we all had to do was figure out what we're going to bring to Thanksgiving. I traditionally bring a secret nontraditional dish to Thanksgiving dinner with the Carliles and I've had some trouble coming up with what I wanted to bring this year. And of course, the kids now think they have to bring some kind of secret something too, so there was some negotiation on that one. But I've come up with something and I think it's going to be really tasty. I'm excited to share with everyone.

New glasses

I got new glasses today. I think they make me look like a hipster Bond villain.

Chelsea says that's just because I shaved. Apparently I look like a Bond villain when I shave. In any case, I'm digging my new glasses. What do you think of them?

Sick is the worst

I'm sick.

I got sick yesterday afternoon, and getting sick Halloween night is the worst. I still had to take the kids trick-or-treating, so that was an adventure. But I stayed home from work today and watched movies by myself, which really is my favorite thing to do when I'm sick. I started watching From Russia With Love, my favorite Bond movie, right after lunchtime and Sophie came home about an hour later with one of her friends. Right about when Bond has that brutal fight with Grant in the train compartment.

"What are you watching?" Sophie's chatty friend asked. "I'm not allowed to watch violence. What's this about?" As the two spies throw each other around the compartment.

Being sick and kinda cranky, I said, "Violence."

"Why are we watching this? Can we turn it off?"

"I was watching this before you came over and no. If you don't want to watch it, go away."

Not my best moment, but if I want to watch James Bond movies all day when I'm sick, I will. And don't question it, little girl.