recess, break and fast.

it is friday night and we are killin' it.

we've been killin' it all week, really.

here's the part where we explain why.

it actually all started yesterday.

we woke up just in time to miss taylor b.'s

8am class, which was just fine.

taylor o. and natalie attend the temple

every thursday morning, and after a particularly

difficult night, the asked if taylor b. wanted to come.

to: "do you want to come?"

tb: "i can't. i have class.

okay, i'll come.

but what time will we be back?

i have a paper due at 5 that i need to start.

and finish."

to: "we'll be back in plenty of time."

tb: "okay. i'm in.

actually, let's get some breakfast afterward.

kneader's french toast?"

to: "i thought you had a paper you needed to work on."

tb: "well, yeah. so are we getting french toast then?"

this started it all.

naturally, we had some unlimited french toast

from kneader's, which was unlawfully delicious.

and don't worry, taylor b. turned in her paper

at 5, even though she started it at 4.

impressive? not really.

anyway. it doesn't really matter what

we had for dinner last night,

but we'll tell you anyway.

stir fry.

and for dessert?

and then we decided we hadn't had quite enough pudding.

so we whipped up our staple:

stove-top tapioca.

it accidentally didn't set up, though,

so we drank it instead.

no big.

taylor o. had to buzz off to noteworthy,

so she took hers in a tupperware

with a plastic spoon.

taylor b. did too so she wouldn't feel left out.

but if yesterday was good, today was better.

we hit up a chinese buffet coupled with a dessert buffet.

2nd unlimited meal within 2 days.

not that we have a problem with that,

because clearly, we don't.

now we're holdin' down the fort here at the dollhouse,

killin' it with x-men and x-men II.

sure we have the occasional visitor,

and the occasional visitor will threaten to visit.

but mostly it's just us.

the way it should be.

so, we'll just keep doin' what we do best.

and. that's all folks.

man of science, man of faith.

honey, i'm home!

we'rrrrrrre baaaaaaaack. at the dollhouse of course.
we really do love it here,
but maaan, talk about culture shock. again.

so, we've instituted some new rules.

#1 we have a new calendar, and we're not allowed
to look ahead at the pictures until the changing month.

#2 ben and/or michael have to visit no less than 2 nights a week.

#3 if either of us are sitting next to someone while
writing a blog post, there has to be a pillow in between
the two individuals until the post is finished.

#4 there is absolutely no touching the pudding until it
is adequately thickened. no exceptions.

#5 by the end of this semester 2/3 of #301's residents
must be able to correctly answer the question: what is a jew?

questions, comments, concerns? take it up with management.
a.k.a: us.

"my secret with car hugs is, people (girls or ben)
come to me. i slide-twist a one armed hug."
---michael milkanin.

"my secret to car hugs is that i have a truck
and it's just one, big bench seat."
---ben coburn.

"that would lead to more than just car hugs." ---taylor o.

"that's why it's his secret." ---taylor b.

we love that---taylor & taylor.

a deer on the path.

success!
you can post comments now.
we're just so incredibly excited about this, as you can imagine.

tonight we re-lived taylor b.'s pioneer trek experience.
we had carrot broth and rolls for dinner.
again, we miss dinner.

we liked the rain today.
except, where did autumn go?

stove top pudding is good.
especially when it's tapioca.
in fact, it brought out the girls' camp in us again..

it's jello, yum, yum, yum.
jello pudding, yum, yum, yum.
jello taaaaaaapioca pudding, try all three!

"your blog starts to play some very weird music after a while." ---tyler young.

we love that---taylor & taylor.