...Okay, but I Don't Know Why You'd Care...

I've hesitated updating my blog because I really haven't had much by way of inspiration lately. Don't misunderstand: I am enjoying my new life and new experiences... It's just that it doesn't seem like anyone reading my blog would be interested in what I'm doing. Do you care, for example, that I have cooked four meals already as a wife (burritos, lasagna, chicken cordon bleu, and stir-fry)? Do you care that my rice was not too sticky, my snickerdoodles turned out beautifully, I succeeded at banana bread muffins and chocolate chip cookies, and even my apple crisp wasn't too shabby? Does it matter to you that I went to the dollar store today and bought four clear squirt bottles so I could fill them with windex and disinfectant spray, just so my under-the-sink kitchen cupboard will look spiffy and uniform (reminiscent of Martha, friend to the masses)?

Probably not.

Do you, as a blog reader and (very likely) an employed member of society, care that, because Immigration Canada says I can't work until my papers go through, I have instead organized my closet--and Kyle's--color-coordinating both for easy access? I doubt it.

So you see, though I enjoy what I am doing, I have a hard time believing that anyone else would take delight in it.

Aside from that, the only news is that Kyle went to get his teeth (or lack thereof) inspected by the dentist and the specialists today. Not one, not two, not three, not four, five, or six, but seven thousand dollars is what it would cost to get them fixed properly. Three zeros. That would pay off the car I left in Mesa. (Anyone want to buy a '99 white Toyota Camry?)

I told Kyle that I'm used to the toothless him, and he shouldn't base his decision on whether or not I mind his new look. I mean, who could resist this face?