Barefeet in High Heels

A trash can, you may ask?

Yep, a trash can.

But this isn't just any "trash can."

It's a recycling trash bin.

Our city has their own recycling program built into the city bill. Basically, you pay a certain percent for your trash bill and the recycling is added in already.

So, I got this handy dandy "recycling" bin.

Basically, toss anything that's recyclable in it.

No sorting necessary.

Now, I can handle being green!

Mini #1's grocery list:

pancakes

milk

eggs

syrup

peanut butter

...

and

...

two mommy cows.

Of course, how could we possibly forget the momy cows??

...Engineering Man shows up in my phone as ICE Husband.

My anal retentive nature has led me to be overly prepared.

Emergency and hospital personnel have taken to checking a victim's cell phone for an "In Case of Emergency" or "ICE" contact in the individual's phone book.  This gives them the opportunity to reach an immediate contact regarding health issues.

Funny thing is...I doubt EM knows my blood type, allergies, surgeries, etc.

Last night I was at a church meeting when I received the following text message from Engineering Man:

Awesome...

Any guesses on how many times we'll be at the emergency room in the next 15 years?