I love it when animals become a big part in peoples lives. Especially dogs. You can't help but love their little faces. They are just so earnest.
After a long hard day at work, I swore off cooking and pulled into to the Little Caesars parking lot. Looking over I laughed out loud when I saw who was parked next to me.
With the top down, these little guys were cruising in their red Mustang convertible.
The best part was their owner was a big burly guy.
Up until yesterday, Chris and I have been having some bad luck with reception halls. First, we thought our ideal wedding would be up at the tip of the thumb, right on the water. Then I started getting a bad feeling about our hall, which eventually came in the form of a phone call letting us know they had closed their doors.
I guess that's the Michigan economy for ya.
So onward we went, we decided to move the location to Davison, thanks to my sister-in-law Jenny, who found us this little gem.
I think we were a little jaded about the reception hall process. The owners of the last hall were rude and pretty much told us what we were going to do. That might be the reason they closed...
Anyway, we stepped into this hall yesterday to talk about the wedding and I enjoyed every minute of it. They treated us like royalty and asked what we want out of our day.
Next week we get to go back and taste test their food!
It's good to be the bride.
So after discovering Sunday that I had absolutely no clean clothes, I decided to declare the day "laundry day" and I set out to do a massive amount of laundry. Things were going great, I was cleaning up the house after my cookout on Saturday and I felt like I was actually getting things accomplished.
After about the fourth load of laundry, my ancient washer decided it had worked just a little too hard that day. I already have trouble with it spinning out, but this time it just didn't want to fill up with water anymore.
I stared at it for a moment and decided not to let it give up that easy. I unplugged it, I turned the dial over and over until my wrist hurt and at one point I was even on top of the washer pushing all the buttons. I was trying any little thing I could think of.
I even gave the machine a little "technical tap." Frustrated, I stomped up the stairs and a voice yelled out at me from the garage.
My neighbor Carolyn is a really very nice lady who has the most beautiful house I've ever seen. She is an amazing cook, has the greenest thumb and has decided to take her young neighbor under her wing.
I explained to her my laundry debacle, and she stomped down my basement steps and decided to try her luck at the evil machine.
After a few different tries at the nob with no avail, she looks and me and said "I'm going to lay my hands on it and pray."
Within seconds she pressed the button and TADA! The washer worked.
I've never seen anything like it. Not only did it work, the thing spun out without me forcing it. I guess Sunday I learned first hand the power of prayer.
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