some things never change

For the past few days now I've been feeling under the weather and only seem to be getting worse. But as I lay here in bed wishing that my headache would finally go away or that by some miracle I could instantly feel better, I think back to when I was younger and all of the wonderful things my mom would do to make me feel better.

It's times like these that I wish she were here making me my orange tea that only seemed to taste perfect when she put it in my favorite mug, which of course, she always did.

There is nobody that can compete with my mom when it comes to making blanket beds on the couch or making the perfect chicken noodle soup. (You know, that super tasty kind in the box.) It may not have been homemade, but it was the best.

I would fake being sick on (more than one) occasion just because I liked that she would take the day off work and hang out with me. Even when she probably knew I was faking she would pull out all of the stops and make me all of my feel better treats. And by the end of the day, faking or not, I always felt better.

Of course as I got older I was forced to fend for myself (unless I was really sick) or she'd send in Grandma as the back up!

Too bad she can't be here with me now, because I know I would feel much better if she were. I guess no matter how old we get, sometimes we just need our moms for a little TLC.

all cracked up

Last night E and I headed into the city to see our fab friends Em and Z.

The night started off with wine, laughs and a full demonstration of how the iPhone works. Em is now obsessed with her new toy. If we could only get her to answer it from time to time I might be as equally impressed with the new gadget. (Let's hope she can keep this one out of the toilet.)

After a few drinks and an hour long discussion of where to eat (thank goodness for the Urban Spoon App because I'm not sure we would have EVER found the Argonaut...except that's where I'm fairly certain we had planned to go all along...and yes, Em...the app is fun. I hope your arm has recovered from all of the shaking.) we headed out for dinner and more drinks.

The evening continued back at their place where we broke out the board games. Hoopla was the main event and it. Was. Hilarious. How quickly I had forgotten what alcohol, adults and charades could turn into. Needless to say we quickly threw the rules out the window and made up our own version.

Cha-ching! cha-ching! Tupperware party anyone? (The sound effects were Em's not mine)

Somehow "spandex" involves sticking your crotch in your wife's face.
We all thought he was being a Chippendale.

I have no idea what E is doing here. With the way the night went, I'm sure it involved Lance Armstrong somehow. Or a dinosaur of some sort.

After a long night of laughing ourselves to tears, we made our departure back to the burbs. Our hours of laughter quickly turned the corner as soon as we did to a very different tone.

As we walked down the street to our precious Vera, here is how we found her...

And the culprit....

a brick.

Some jackass actually threw a brick through our window! Now, I'm not sure if this guy was just bored, had seen the iPod cord in the dash or just hates the Jayhawks. But what I do know is that I thought I was going to be sick.

The kind Samaritan that lived where our car was parked had already called DC's finest (and slowest we have learned) when he had heard the crash just twenty minutes before we showed up. We called the cops again for good measure and waited in the cold and sleet for nearly an hour and a half by the time it was all said and done. (I think my toes are still frozen)

The ironic part of the break in was that Em was just telling us on the way back from the restaurant about how they've seen very little criminal action on their block recently and the neighborhood was on the up and up. (They even have a street cleaning team now!!) We later learned that Mr. Good Samaritan had his car stolen from the very same spot (under a street light no less) just two weeks prior.

So much for the no crime but good news was that nothing was stolen (not that we had anything in the car to be stolen in the first place) and it ended up to be a huge inconvenience above anything else. We were just glad Vera was still sitting there.

Other than the disappointing end to a fabulous evening we did learn a few things:

1. E learned that the Argonaut was a ship.
2. The four of us will never be able to play Hoopla in the actual time allotted.
3. CSI is not real and to our amazement a brick cannot be finger printed.
4. Don't park on 11th St. NE