I have been ridiculed by, well, everyone who knows I “have” a blog for my lack of blogging. Take this my friends (and husband), twice in one night!!!:

Wrinkles

In January (I think) I realized that at the young age of 24, I, Dana Chambers, have real wrinkles. I flipped out. It’s not so much that wrinkles are on my face, that is inevitable, it’s the age part. This wasn’t supposed to happen for at least another 4 years. That was my estimate at least.

My wrinkles are composed of four lines across my forehead from the constant wrinkled forehead that I hold in all facial expressions. After my discovery, I made a good faith effort to restrain from forehead-wrinkling expressions, then from all facial expressions for the reason stated before, then gave up. They are there. No lotion will do.

Here’s the best part, I was still dealing with this fact until about two minutes ago when my adorable husband came rushing down the stairs with “Look. Dana, stop what you’re doing and look.”

What was I looking at? Well he finally had the same awkward discovery in our small, ill-lit bathroom that I had nearly 5 months ago. He has the beginning creases of crow’s feet and they will be full form probably within the year…

Fortunately for us both, I have always endeared people with “happy lines”. I think people look very favorable with crow’s feet. So haha to him for having wrinkles, but boo to the fact that mine make me look old and his just make him look joyful.

Not fair at all.

Sidewalk Art

I wish I had our actual image to post, but perfectly timed, my camera was dead. Today Blake was disciplined by our rental property’s maintenance man. He’s a very friendly, cheerful individual but Shannon’s colorful display of sidewalk chart art was not well received.
See, I was under the impression that everything would wash away with rain like it did in my personal childhood memories. Therefore, Blake and I allowed our newest addition to the family, Shannon, to decorate not only our front stoop to the townhouse, but also the brick wall that contains it.

So… fast forward to when maintenance decided not to ask us to rub it off or spray it off with a hose. He instead brought a pressure washer and proceeded to pressure wash the entire complex- brick wall and stoops!

I felt very guilty when Blake shared this with me via a text message today. In fact, I decided to write a note of apology to pass along with our rent check. After coming home this evening though, I might also pass along a thank you note because the white sidewalks sure do look nice! J