This week was AWESOME! We had, like, the best time ever. It was so much fun. You, the reader, should be jealous that you weren't here for it.
On Monday we went to the moon. It was so much fun. It turns out the moon WAS made of cheese. Until we ate it all.
On Tuesday we were spies and saved the country. You're welcome
On Wednesday we went jet skiing on a shark in Bill Gates indoor pool.
On Thursday we ran a marathon. Both of us. And Durandal ran with us. And he won.
On Friday built a skyscraper. It was hard, but you know, that's how we roll. The building's pretty awesome. Maybe you've heard of it already? Its called the Space Needle.
Yesterday we were SUPER-busy. We started our own restaurant. It was pretty big on yelp. A bunch of people were tweeting about it. But then it got too cool, so we had to back out and sell the company. What's the name of the company? We'd tell you, but then we'd have to kill you. Because we're spies. Who've been to the moon.
Okay, okay, some of these things didn't actually happen. We sort of kinda stretched the truth a bit. Okay, fine, since you're making such a big deal out of it, we actually went to Mars, not the moon. Don't tell anyone though.
So what really happened? Almost nothing. Seriously. Seattle is a boring and depressing place once winter hits. Don't move here! And if you live here, leave so rent can be cheaper!
If you insist on news from the home front, this week we got a ceiling fan for our dining area. It was the highlight of our dinning room's month. "Its super-chic" said Marinda. "We're lucky to have landlords who were nice enough to install it for us."
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On a slightly more interesting note, Durandal had an eye infection this past week that we needed to go into the vet for. After being on antibiotics for a couple days, the vet decided that more serious action was needed. That action was "we need to knock him out and then BLAST it clear!" Marinda was a little shocked, Durandal's head is like the size of a large plumb, or a small apple, or an applumb as we like to call it here at the Heb. After some clarification, the vet changed his plan to "we're going to gently put him to sleep for a few minuets and then using a little bit of saline clear out his tear duct." It went well, and with Durandal returned a little drugged up still, they went home infection free.
To review, highlights of this week: Mars, Spies, Shark, Marathon, Space Needle, Restaurant. Oh, and Ceiling Fan and Crazy Vet (did we mention he lived on Mars?). Next week should be more interesting, we're dedicated to do something worth writing about!